One day with love, and luck, and will
this Dance of Death that roils the earth
will fin'lly furl,
and stars bloom wild in the aftermath.
Our hearts though torn, may yet attain
some home, with will, and luck, and love
of the softer plan,
our common toil a joy to give.
Oh, you and i must find that place
together, and its days unlock
as all frays cease
but play: with will, and love, and luck.
