why joys they've found I cannot find
abides a mystery.
why joys they've found I cannot find
abides a mystery.
why always I must feel as blind
to sights my brethren see.
why thus my soul should be consigned
to infelicity
and mirage-mists their Shining Land
is a strange destiny
that faiths by which my comrades stand
seem fantasies to me
That with this bright believing band
I make no claim to be