Yet another year disappears
In the implacable stream of Time.
Dreams and desires come with fear,
The tocsin of Hope to chime!
Year upon year we ardently seek
The rewards from our toil and labour!
If the sweet of the Earth is for the meek,
Then will we enjoy the fruits of our ardour!
So, let us press on with our faithful deals,
For good comes to those who work in love,
The Master’s mysterious plan to reveal
Like peace on the wings of a dove!