Happy be on the dreary Road
Who had fled the storm
And won his heaven

Happy whoso had striving
Free above his striven
For strangely graven
Is the art of living
That man and woman
In gold and power may
Out pass his brethren

And they win their wish
Or they lose their will

And the hopes are lost or are pined for still
But whoever can know as the long days go
That to live is happy
Hath found his heaven

Daniel Chuks Elombah