1. When youth's spring had passed, its epoch done,
The leaves of life all withered, branches sere,

2. No deeds of his folk by him were undone,
But by him they all other tribes outdid clear,

3. A man who judged days by joy or ire,
Giving freely or grasping spear,

4. He was hope spread wide and approaching fate,
Time o'er his days did glide or sweetly slide,

5. Days cannot do as he did create,
Though in their thread unravelling and tide,

6. So live unique! Goods for sale are free loot,
But neighbors are protected, an inviolate root!