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. - Langdon Smith

Mindless we lived and mindless we loved And mindless at last we died;
And deep in the rift of the Caradoc drift We slumbered side by side.
The world turned on in the lathe of time, The hot lands heaved amain,
Till we caught our breath from the womb of death And crept into light again.

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.

I flaked a flint to a cutting edge And shaped it with brutish craft;
I broke a shank from the woodland lank And fitted it, head and haft.