Credo
Each, in himself, his hour to be and cease
Endures alone, yet few there be who dare
Sole with himself his single burden bear,
All the long day until the night's release.
Endures alone, yet few there be who dare
Sole with himself his single burden bear,
All the long day until the night's release.
Yet, ere the night fall, and the shadows close,
This labour of himself is each man's lot;
All a man hath, yet living, is forgot,
Himself he leaves behind him when he goes.
This labour of himself is each man's lot;
All a man hath, yet living, is forgot,
Himself he leaves behind him when he goes.
If he have any valiancy within,
If he have made his life his very own,
If he have loved and laboured, and have known
A strenuous virtue, and the joy of sin;
If he have made his life his very own,
If he have loved and laboured, and have known
A strenuous virtue, and the joy of sin;
Then, being dead, he has not lived in vain,
For he has saved what most desire to lose,
And he has chosen what the few must choose,
Since life, once lived, returns no more again.
For he has saved what most desire to lose,
And he has chosen what the few must choose,
Since life, once lived, returns no more again.
For
