Nature, red in tooth and claw.

Words, like nature, half reveal and half conceal the soul within.

And out of darkness came the hands that reach thro' nature, moulding men.

Words, like nature, half reveal and half conceal the soul within.

Never, oh! never, nothing will die;
The stream flows,
The wind blows,
The cloud fleets,
The heart beats,
Nothing will die.

The shell must break before the bird can fly.