Classic Poem

(First Voice)

Where shall I find me at the break of day?
Out with the sun and sand, upon my way,
A thousand voices calling in my face,
" You have tarried too long, too long, in your resting place. "

Better than peace is the striving,
Better than love is desire,
Better the quest than arriving
To gather the wage of your hire.

( Second Voice )

Where shall I find me at the end of day,
After the sun and the sand have had their way?
A wind will blow for me, and cool my face,
A star will shine for me in its holy place.

Peace at the end of all striving,
Love at the end of desire,
In the master's tent arriving
The servant will gather his hire.

For each his song who journeys on past Jericho,
And each man's song is sweet, some sad, I heard it so.

(First Voice)

Where shall I find me at the break of day?
Out with the sun and sand, upon my way,
A thousand voices calling in my face,
" You have tarried too long, too long, in your resting place. "

Better than peace is the striving,
Better than love is desire,
Better the quest than arriving
To gather the wage of your hire.

( Second Voice )

Where shall I find me at the end of day,
After the sun and the sand have had their way?
A wind will blow for me, and cool my face,
A star will shine for me in its holy place.

Peace at the end of all striving,
Love at the end of desire,
In the master's tent arriving
The servant will gather his hire.

For each his song who journeys on past Jericho,
And each man's song is sweet, some sad, I heard it so.