time fleets, youth fades, life is an empty dream, - Robert Browning

Fear death?—to feel the fog in my throat,
The mist in my face.
. . . . . . .
No! let me taste the whole of it, fare like my peers,
The heroes of old;
Bear the brunt, in a minute pay glad life's arrears

God made all the creatures and them our love and out fear,
To give sign, we and they are his children, one family here.

Oh child that didst despise thy life so much When it seemed only thine to keep or lose, How the fine ear felt fall the first low word "Value life, and preserve life for My sake!"