From whence I come I know
Whither I go, I know not
I come forth from the womb of experience
What I know, that I am
What I know not, is the limitless measure of what I may become
Life grows, and I see it
So I grow, because I know it
I shall strike such a blow onto the anvil of life
And use to the utmost all that I am
Thus, though I know not whither I go, nor what I shall become
I shall go to no home of idleness
I shall be no grey ghost lamenting what I might have done but did not.