LI
Or shape its course from life to life
And waxing strong in endless strife,
Through everlasting years pursue
The work that God shall give to do?
LII
I might, without a fear, lay down
When he shall call, my earthly crown,
Trusting that he who gave me breath
Will keep me in the day of death.
LIII
I looked again upon the earth.
The day rejoicèd in its birth;
And on the sullen rack afar
Trembled the fading morning star!
ASSERTION
TOO late, I drew from scanty springs
The barren cheer that in them lies.
Too late, I fettered eager wings
That longed to bathe in bluer skies.
Too late, I squandered golden hours
God gave me for his praise to spend.
Too late, I gathered idle flowers
Forgetful of my journey’s end.