THEY are the slaves of death who fear to die,
They are the cowards who strive against
their fate –
And thus it seemed no courage can frustrate
Change, ill, or death, nor virtue fortify.
My actions seemed but growths of greed and hate
About an idle pool of misery ….
They are the slaves of death who fear to die,
They are the cowards who strive against their fate.
My faith has sprung from doubt. I know that I
Am sure of death, yea ! and I know I wait,
Throned on this towering wind which fills the sky!
I live triumphant and insatiate
On Me, myself alone, need I rely:
They are the cowards who strive against their fate !
(E J Rupert Atkinson)
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