Think April thoughts and keep her youthful eyes;
Drink wine of summer; clasp the autumn's hand,
Then joy in winter's stars and ice-blue skies
When crystal castles glorify the land.
Feel June returning in December's breath.
Kneel at faith's alter--You are not alone--
Love, and illume the face of life and death.
Shove gently would you move an anger-stone.
Live every day as though it were your last.
Give freely of your warm heart-minted gold;
Care more for man, forgetting creed or caste.
Wear robes of dawn, nor mind the growing old.
Weave on the loom of life, a work of art--
Leave one more beauty-shrine when you depart.
