This land today, shall draw its last breath   And take into its ancient depths   This frail reminder of its giant, dreaming self   While I, with human-hindered eyes   Unequal to the sweeping curve of life   Stand on this single print of time      Human wheels spin round and round   While the clock keeps the pace   Human wheels spin round and round   Help the light to my face      That time today, no triumph gains   At this short success of age   This pale reflection of its brave and blundering deed   For I descend from this vault   Now dreams beyond my earthly fault   Knowledge, sure, from the seed      Human wheels spin round and round   While the clock keeps the pace   Human wheels spin round and round   Help the light to my face      This land today, my tears shall taste   And take into its dark embrace   This love, who in my beating heart endures   Assured by every sun that burns   The dust to which this flesh shall return   It is the ancient, dreaming dust of God      Human wheels spin round and round   While the clock keeps the pace   Human wheels spin round and round   Help the light to my face      Human wheels spin round and round   While the clock keeps the pace   Human wheels spin round and round   Help the light to my face.