Our love is old, our lives are old, And death shall come amain; Should it come today, what man may say We shall not live again? - Langdon Smith

When you were a tadpole and I was a fish In the Paleozoic time,
And side by side on the ebbing tide We sprawled through the ooze and slime,
Or skittered with many a caudal flip Through the depths of the Cambrian fen,
My heart was rife with the joy of life, For I loved you even then.

For we know the clod, by the grace of God Will quicken with voice and breath; And we know that Love, with gentle hand Will beckon from death to death.

Thus life by life and love by love We passed through the cycles strange,
And breath by breath and death by death We followed the chain of change. Till there came a time in the law of life When o’er the nursing sod, The shadows broke and soul awoke In a strange, dim dream of God.