Mors et Vita
G. Bachlund
Into the soil a seed is sown,
Out of the soil a soul is wrung,
Out of the shell a pearl is gone,
Out of the cage a bird is flown,
Out of the body, a soul!
Unto a tree the seed is grown,
Wide in the world the song is sung,
The pearl in a necklace gleams more fair,
The bird is flown to sweeter air,
And Death is half and Life is half,
And the two make up the whole!