Poem August 7, 1902 Issue

Life and Death

Ernest Crosby with contributions from Lyman Abbott

Conservator

So he died for his faith. That is fine—
More than most of us do.
But, stay, can you add to that line
That he lived for it, too?

In his death he bore witness at last
As a martyr to truth.
Did his life do the same in the past
From the days of his youth?

It is easy to die. Men have died
For a wish or a whim—
From bravado or passion or pride.
Was it harder for him?

But to live—every day to live out
All the truth that he dreamt,
While his friends met his conduct with doubt
And the world with contempt.

Was it thus that he plodded ahead,
Never turning aside?
Then we'll talk of the life that he led,
Never mind how he died.

Ernest Crosby.
In Conservator.

All life's affections are like the notes in an organ; bind them all in one great harmony until all the combined experiences of love sweep on and up into the love of God, who made us capable of loving.—Lyman Abbott.

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