And all our observations ran
On Art and Letters, Life and Man.
And all our observations ran
On Art and Letters, Life and Man.
I have no faith
In God, or Devil, Life or Death.
Bitter indeed is Life, and bitter of Life the breath,
But give me Life and its ways and its men, if this be Death.
Death do I trust no more than life.
All day we have plied the oar; all day
Eager and keen have said our say
On life and death, on love and art,
On good or ill at Nature's heart.
I wonder, do you know
How gladly, gladly I had died
(And life was very sweet that tide)
To save you from the least, light ill?
My life was jarring discord from the first:
Tho' here and there brief hints of melody,
Of melody unutterable, clove the air.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories