Our tears to joy, our fears to faith,

Are turned, as we see,

That our beginning, as one saith,

Shows what our end will be.

Blessed be the day that I began A pilgrim for to be; And blessed also be that man That thereto moved me. ’Tis true, ’twas long ere I began To seek to live forever: But now I run fast as I can; ’Tis better late then never.