" The Song of the River "
The snow melts on the mountain, and the water runs down to the spring,
And the spring in a turbulent fountain,With a song of youth to sing, Runs down to the riotous river,
And the river flows to the sea,
And the water again Goes back in rain
To the hills where it used to be.
And I wonder if life's deep mystery
Isn't much like the rain and the snow
Returning through all eternity
To the places it used to know.
For life was born on the the lofty heights And flows in a laughing stream,
To the river below,
Whose onward flow
Ends in a peaceful dream.
And so at last,
When our life had passed
And the river has run its course,
It again goes back,
O'er the selfsame track, 
to the mountain which was its source.
So why prize life
Or why fear death.
Or dread what is to be?
The river ran
It's allotted span
Till it reached the silent sea.
Then the water harked back
to the mountain-top...to begin it's course once more. So we shall run the course begun, Till we reach the silent shore.
Then revisit earth, In a pure rebirth, From the heart of the virgin snow.
So don't ask why We live or die, Or whiter, or when we go,Or wonder about the mysteries That only God may know~!
---W.R. Hearst
