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Show While I Am Alive to Hear. How much would I care for It, could 1 . know That when I nm under tho Brass or snow. The raveled jrnrment of Ufa's brief day, Folded Hiid r.uletly InliY away: The spirit let loose from mortal bars. And somewhere away nmong the stars. How much do you think 11 would matter mat-ter then What praise was lavished upon me, when, Wluileier mljsht be Its stint or store, It neither could help nor harm mo more? If, while I wus telling, they had but thounht To stretch n finger, I would havo caught Wildly such aid to huny mo through Home bitter duty I hud to ao: ThoUKh when It was done, they said (inny be, To others they never bMJ to me The wold of upplauso so craved, whoso worth Had been the supremest boon on earth If granted to me then): "Wo are proud to know Tlifit one of ourselves Ins triumphed so," What use for the rupe. If It bo not thins Till the swimmer's grasp to the rock has tltinu? . , . What help In a comrade's bugle blast. When the peril of Alpine helKltU In past' What need that the npurrlntf paean roll When the runner la safe lioyoml the koiiI? What worth In eulogy's blandest breath When whinnered In enm that are hushed In death? No! no' If you havo but a word of cheor, Speak It while 1 am alive to hear! Margaret J. I'renton. |