LIFE
G. GALIN
No, no! I pray not for eternal sleep,
Nor sadly call on death its peace to give;
One wish alone, with flame unquenchable,
Burns in my soul—it is the wish to live.
The wintry blizzard, with its icy hands,
Thus to break down a living tree doth strive;
But, though it bends to earth with frozen boughs,
It fights and struggles on, that it may live.
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