Cease dreaming of a past far-famed in story
Your dreams cannot revive it to existence,
Give all your life, devotedly insistent -
But you'll not welcome back those days of glory.
Your future is swaddled in darkness dreary,
With no bright gleam far in the azure distance,
It breeds secret despair - anguish persistent -
And in the heart black hopelessness grows sorely.
So, cast aside these phantoms and these sorrows.
Though the soul suffers, though the heart is aching,
Love the bright beauty of the future's morrow,
Yield your heart to what pranks the fates are making,
And, quietly working, your own pathway furrow,
And to bright future destiny, then take it.
1906