Death! I know not what room you are abiding in,
  But I will go my way,
  Rejoicing day by day,
  Nor will I flee or stay
For fear I tread the path you may be hiding in.

Death! I know not, if my small barque be nearing you;
  But if you are at sea,
  Still there my sails float free;
  ‘What is to be will be.’
Nor will I mar the happy voyage by fearing you.

Death! I know not, what hour or spot you wait for me;
  My days untroubled flow,
  Just trusting on, I go,
  For oh, I know, I know,
Death is but Life that holds some glad new fate for me.