MY FRIENDS, WHY SHOULD WE LIVE
My friends,why should we live?
Life is an idle war, a toilsome peace;
Today I would not give
One small consent for its securest ease.
Shall we out-wear the year
In our pavilions on its dusty plain
And yet no signal heat
To strike out tents and take the road again?
Useless but in the hope,
Some far remote and heavenward hill to gain.