It is not death
Without hereafter
To one in dearth
Of life and its laughter,
It is not death
Without hereafter
To one in dearth
Of life and its laughter,
The Young Soldier It is not death Without hereafter To one in dearth Of life and its laughter, Nor the sweet murder Dealt slow and even Unto the martyr Smiling at heaven It is the smile Faint as a (waning) myth, Faint, and exceeding small On a boy's murdered mouth.
I don't ask myself, is the life congenial to me? But, am I fitted for, am I called to, the Ministry?
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© 2020 Inspirational Stories