Now I am stepping down the dark walk, and the wind

Comes fresh and sharp against my face.

Behind me are the lights, the voices of friends

just left, such friends.

Oh, it is good to live!

Now I give Hullo! to one who passes me, and I feel his

answer ring against my heart. Behind me in the

memory of an evening of pleasant talk, and at

home my books are, and letters I must write.

Now I am looking up beyond the trees, and over there

I see the city lights and the sky above them,

and a few faint stars,

Oh, but it is good to live!