Is it beyond thee to be glad lyrics

Is it beyond thee to be glad with the gladness of this rhythm?

To be tossed and lost and broken in the whirl of this fearful joy?

All things rush on, they stop not, they look not behind,

no power can hold them back, they rush on.

Keeping steps with that restless, rapid music,

seasons come dancing and pass away -

colours, tunes, and perfumes pour in endless cascades

in the abounding joy

that scatters and gives up and dies every moment.