Our journey had advanced –
Our feet were almost come
To that odd Fork in Being’s Road –
Eternity – by Term –

Our pace took sudden awe –
Our feet – reluctant – led –
Before – were Cities – but Between –
The Forest of the Dead –

Retreat – was out of Hope –
Behind – a Sealed Route –
Eternity’s White Flag – Before –
And God – at every Gate –

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Onze reis schoot op –
Onze voeten brachten ons bijna
Bij die rare Splitsing in het Pad des Levens –
Eeuwigheid – van Naam –

Onze tred kreeg plots gewicht –
Schoorvoetend – stapten we – verder
Vóór ons – lagen Steden – maar Tussenin –
Het Bos van de Doden

Teruggaan – was Hopeloos –
Achter ons – de Weg afgesloten –
Vóór ons – de Witte Vlag van de Eeuwigheid –
En God – bij elke Poort –