Our name the night may swallow,
⁠Our lands the churl may take:
But night nor death may swallow,
Nor hell's nor heaven's dim hollow,
⁠The star whose height we take,
The star whose light we follow
⁠For faith's unfaltering sake
⁠Till hope that sleeps awake.

Soft hope's light lure we serve not,
⁠Nor follow, fain to find:
Dark time's last word may smite her
Dead, ere man's falsehood blight her,
But though she die, we swerve not,
⁠Who cast not eye behind.

Faith speaks when hope dissembles:
⁠Faith lives when hope lies dead:
If death as life dissembles,
And all that night assembles
⁠Of stars at dawn lie dead,