Life Must Go On; I

What Should I Be But Just What I Am?

I Shall Die, But That Is All That I Shall Do For Death; I Am Not On His Pay-roll.

God, I Can Push The Grass Apart And Lay My Finger On Thy Heart.

But Far, Oh, Far As Passionate Eye Can Reach, And Long, Ah, Long As Rapturous Eye Can Cling, The World Is Mine: Blue Hill, Still Silver Lake, Broad Field, Bright Flower, And The Long White Road A Gateless Garden, And An Open Path: My Feet To Follow, And My Heart To Hold.

Pour Away Despair And Rinse The Cup. Eat Happiness Like Bread.