WE GAIN freedom when we have paid the full price
for our right to live.

LET ALL THE strains of joy mingle in my last song-the joy that makes the earth flow over in the riotous excess of the grass, the joy that sets the twin brothers, life and death, dancing over the wide world, the joy that sweeps in with the tempest, shaking and waking all life with laughter, the joy that sits still with its tears on the open red lotus of pain, and the joy that throws
everything it has upon the dust, and knows not a word.

WHEN DEATH comes and whispers to me
'Thy days are ended,'
let me say to him, I have lived in love
and not in mere time.'
He will ask 'Will thy songs remain?'
I shall say I know not, but this I know
that often when I sang I found my eternity.'