ETERNAL DAY

Somewhere there waiteth in this world of ours

for one lone soul, another lonely soul -

Each chasing each through all the weary hours,

And meeting strangely at one sudden goal;

Then blend they - like green leaves with golden flowers,

Into one beautiful and perfect whole -

And life's long night is ended, and the way

Lies open onward to eternal day.

Sir Edwin Arnold (1832-1904)