If i should grow so old and wise i look no longer with joyfull surprise at sunset and sunrise let me forever close my eyes If there is nothing left to know if the blood run so cold and slow i yearn not for all tyrants`overthrow then let me go If i forget the seed that lies beneath the snow will someeday rise if at the sight Of workers arming for the fight my heart leaps not with delight then bury me tight For he that his whole youth denies is surely dead before he dies