When first to light you came,
Weeping, then by life deceived;
Then youth, a name, and fame,
What wealth to be redeemed?
* * *
When fate is then to be crept,
And dreams to it should yield;
When glories are behind left,
What worth then have you gained?
* * *
When sins not forgiven, oh, alas!
And death for you has sought;
When time would vanish, and pass,
And life to an end be brought;
What would this life then cost?!
A cry, No! Nothing, almost!