GOOD LIFE, LONG LIFE.




HE liveth long who liveth well;


All else is life but flung away;


He liveth longest who can tell


Of true things truly done each day.


Then fill each hour with what will last;


Buy up the moments as they go.


The life above, when this is past,


Is the ripe fruit of life below.


Sow love, and taste its fruitage pure;


Sow peace, and reap its harvest bright;


Sow sunbeams on the rock and moor,


And find a harvest-home of light.