Warning

Pure at heart we wander now:

Comrade on the quest divine,

Turn not from the stars your brow

That your eyes may rest on mine.

Pure at heart we wander now:

We have hopes beyond to-day;

And our quest does not allow

Rest or dreams along the way.

We are, in our distant hope,

One with all the great and wise:

Comrade, do not turn or grope

For some lesser light that dies.

We must rise or we must fall:

Love can know no middle way:

If the great life do not call,

Then is sadness and decay.