Suicide Chant
I AM the seedThe Sower sowed;I am the deedHis hand bestowedUpon the world.Censure me notIf a rank weed floodThe garden plot,Instead of a budTo be unfurled.Bridle your blameIf the deed prove lessThan the bruited fameWith which it cameFrom nothingness.The seed of a weedCannot be flowered,Nor a hero’s deedSpring from a coward.Pull up the weed;Bring plow and mower;Then fetch new seedFor the hand of the Sower.
I AM the seedThe Sower sowed;I am the deedHis hand bestowedUpon the world.Censure me notIf a rank weed floodThe garden plot,Instead of a budTo be unfurled.Bridle your blameIf the deed prove lessThan the bruited fameWith which it cameFrom nothingness.The seed of a weedCannot be flowered,Nor a hero’s deedSpring from a coward.Pull up the weed;Bring plow and mower;Then fetch new seedFor the hand of the Sower.
I AM the seedThe Sower sowed;I am the deedHis hand bestowedUpon the world.
I AM the seed
I AM the seed
The Sower sowed;
I am the deed
His hand bestowed
Upon the world.
Censure me notIf a rank weed floodThe garden plot,Instead of a budTo be unfurled.
Censure me not
If a rank weed flood
The garden plot,
Instead of a bud
To be unfurled.
Bridle your blameIf the deed prove lessThan the bruited fameWith which it cameFrom nothingness.
Bridle your blame
If the deed prove less
Than the bruited fame
With which it came
From nothingness.
The seed of a weedCannot be flowered,Nor a hero’s deedSpring from a coward.Pull up the weed;Bring plow and mower;Then fetch new seedFor the hand of the Sower.
The seed of a weed
Cannot be flowered,
Nor a hero’s deed
Spring from a coward.
Pull up the weed;
Bring plow and mower;
Then fetch new seed
For the hand of the Sower.