When I am dying, let me know
That I loved the blowing snow
Although it stung like whips;
That I loved all lovely things
And I tried to take their stings
With gay unembittered lips;
That I loved with all my strength,
To my soul’s full depth and length,
Careless if it break my heart;
That I sang as children may,
Fitting tunes to work or play,
Loving life, instead of art.
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