The great adventure is not death,
’Tis life.
It is to feel the pulsing round of breath,
To take a place and hold it in the strife.
To hope, and plan, and feel, and love, and dream,
To look and climb
To the far, rugged heights where visions gleam
Of things sublime.
Let us not live because we must,
But live
To feel the mighty challenge of a trust,
To have a work to do, a gift to give.
The pay may not be great in shining gold,
But may be had
Enough of satisfactions manifold
To make us glad.