Classic Poem

If life be as a flame that death doth kill,
—Burn, little candle, lit for me,
—With a pure flame, that I may rightly see
—To word my song, and utterly
God's plan fulfil.

If life be as a flower that blooms and dies,
—Forbid the cunning frost that slays
—With Judas kiss, and trusting love betrays;
—Forever may my song of praise
Untainted rise.

If life be as a voyage, foul or fair,
—Oh, bid me not my banners furl
—For adverse gale, or wave in angry whirl,
—Till I have found the gates of pearl,
And anchored there.