Out of the grasp of deaths violent clutch
What of the good if time’s not much
Enfolded by the feeling of life’s clear touch
Why hast thou not seen it as such
Know thou not, that he has destroyed the crutch?
Out of the grasp of deaths violent clutch
What of the good if time’s not much
Enfolded by the feeling of life’s clear touch
Why hast thou not seen it as such
Know thou not, that he has destroyed the crutch?