Whether we wish it, whether or no,
Someone will come to us, someone will go;
Someone will love us, someone will know;
Someone will hate us, someone’s a foe;
Out of each heart something will grow,
Something will flourish, something will flow.
What will there be when, with footsteps slow,
Life will desert you, successors to show?
For what you are now, and all that you do,
Long will live after you,
Whether you wish it, whether or no!