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Edgar Albert Guest (Эдгар Альберт Гест)


Living


If through the years we're not to do
Much finer deeds than we have done;
If we must merely wander through
Time's garden, idling in the sun;
If there is nothing big ahead,
Why do we fear to join the dead?
Unless to-morrow means that we
Shall do some needed service here;
That tasks are waiting you and me
That will be lost, save we appear;
Then why this dreadful thought of sorrow
That we may never see to-morrow?
If all our finest deeds are done,
And all our splendor's in the past;
If there's no battle to be won,
What matter if to-day's our last?
Is life so sweet that we would live
Though nothing back to life we give?
It is not greatness to have clung
To life through eighty fruitless years;
The man who dies in action, young,
Deserves our praises and our cheers,
Who ventures all for one great deed
And gives his life to serve life's need.



Edgar Albert Guest's other poems:
  1. Sacrifice
  2. A Boy's Tribute
  3. The Fisherman
  4. The March of Mortality
  5. It Isn't Costly


Poems of another poets with the same name (Стихотворения других поэтов с таким же названием):

  • William Howells (Уильям Хоуэллс) Living ("HOW passionately I will my life away")
  • Edward Sill (Эдвард Силл) Living ("I thought, I will not plan nor strive")

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