1. Oh say to our lord, the content
My brother of kindness and morals so gentle

2. Why did time pass and never once
Take hold of the far-off future or the present

3. That no describer described him with a thing
So he’s neither fast nor slow, not anything

4. And what was the time he strove for
Yet fell short with time so far off

5. I have not done so, and never cast
With my hands to my cheeks in sorrow and fast

6. And he did not cast the bid except
Upon the oncoming torrent swift