There was a time when low on bended knee,
With outstretched hand and wet uplifted eye
I cried: O Father, teach me how to die,
And give me strength Death’s awful face to see
And not to fear. Henceforth my prayer shall be;
Help me to live. Stern life stalks by
Relentless and inexorable, no cry
For help or pity moveth her as she
Gives to each one the burden of the day.
Therefore, let us pray:
Give us the strength we need to live, O Lord.
--JULIA C. R. DORR.
(1872)
=Living, The, as an Asset=--See MOTIVE, MERCENARY.