Show me the nature
From which all is derived
We owe you a curtsy
For being alive
A death driven body
Who houses a soul
A soul everlasting
She exceeds her known role
We wake as if vacant
And sleep for a dream
The eyes cannot process
But what the world may seem
Carry me, glory, through a benevolent stream
In awe of your beauty
Enticed by your gleam
I lay down my follies
I bury my vice
The exchange of this gift
Comes at such a small price