The wave of the ocean, the leaf of the wood In the rhythm of motion, proclaim life is good Stars are all swinging to meters and rhyme The moonbeams and rivers float off in a trance In the ballroom of life it goes lilting along But ever one partner is waiting us all Unasked and unwelcome, he comes without leave And calls when he chooses, “my dance I believe” And none may refuse him and none must say no When he beckons the dancer, the dancer must go You may hate him, and yet in life’s ball For the one who lives well does the best dance of all