Pause then for the moment, the angels softly sigh,
A spark of life now fading, dark the cosmic sky.
Days and years long passing, now all in shadows lie,
Void then, what fulfilling? The ancient bids goodbye.
Fleeting days, the distant nights,
Blazing fury, fame burning bright.
Alas, misfortune! Vanity’s blight,
All consuming, man’s fatal flight.
Tiniest star set in proper place,
Cradle of birth to the end of days.
By its light, see, history trace,
In every moment, His watchful gaze.