Bearer of Supreme Delight

Borne on a current of time's events,

Hurried from scene to moving scene ,

The pace of days all calm resents

And contemplation's inward mien.

This multicoloured chain of Fate

Binds our feet to trodden ways

Imposing on the frail and great

The poverty of mortal days.

Not far beyond yet hid from sight

God within the human grows,

Bearer of supreme delight,

Consciousness that sees and knows

The future's face our minds deny

Our purpose here to sanctify.