LAST WORD
Letno man call me coward that I will dieAnd dip no more my bread in living’s foulAnd muddy stream; but, God, accept my soulWhich into air so soon must wandering fly.For I have never hated you at all,You brother men, albeit that you mustHate all such dust as is not of your dust,Content for power to strive and hate and brawl.But to you who have laughed and holpen one another,You few gay valiant souls amid the rabble,I say—“God knows I have loved you!” Then forgiveMe in whose heart is no more power to live:Who must with this poor gesture break the bubbleWhich held us here on Earth brother to brother.
Letno man call me coward that I will dieAnd dip no more my bread in living’s foulAnd muddy stream; but, God, accept my soulWhich into air so soon must wandering fly.For I have never hated you at all,You brother men, albeit that you mustHate all such dust as is not of your dust,Content for power to strive and hate and brawl.But to you who have laughed and holpen one another,You few gay valiant souls amid the rabble,I say—“God knows I have loved you!” Then forgiveMe in whose heart is no more power to live:Who must with this poor gesture break the bubbleWhich held us here on Earth brother to brother.
Letno man call me coward that I will dieAnd dip no more my bread in living’s foulAnd muddy stream; but, God, accept my soulWhich into air so soon must wandering fly.For I have never hated you at all,You brother men, albeit that you mustHate all such dust as is not of your dust,Content for power to strive and hate and brawl.
Letno man call me coward that I will die
And dip no more my bread in living’s foul
And muddy stream; but, God, accept my soul
Which into air so soon must wandering fly.
For I have never hated you at all,
You brother men, albeit that you must
Hate all such dust as is not of your dust,
Content for power to strive and hate and brawl.
But to you who have laughed and holpen one another,You few gay valiant souls amid the rabble,I say—“God knows I have loved you!” Then forgiveMe in whose heart is no more power to live:Who must with this poor gesture break the bubbleWhich held us here on Earth brother to brother.
But to you who have laughed and holpen one another,
You few gay valiant souls amid the rabble,
I say—“God knows I have loved you!” Then forgive
Me in whose heart is no more power to live:
Who must with this poor gesture break the bubble
Which held us here on Earth brother to brother.