There Were Many Burning Hours On The Heart-Sweet Tide, And We Passed Away From Ourselves, Forgetting All The Immortal Moods That Faded, The God Who Died, Hastening Away To The King On A Distant Call. There Were Ruby Dews Were Shed When The Heart Was Riven, And Passionate Pleading And Prayers To The Dead We Had Wronged; And We Passed Away Unremembering And Unforgiven, Hastening Away To The King For The Peace We Longed. Love Unremembered And Heart-Ache We Left Behind, We Forsook Them, Unheeding, Hastening Away In Our Flight; We Knew The Hearts We Had Wronged Of Old We Would Find When We Came To The Fold Of The King For Rest In The Night.