Some People Are So Afraid Do Die

We May Be Able To Tell How Many Stars Are In The Milky Way; We May Be Able To Count The Petals Of Every Flower, And Number The Bones Of Every Bird; But Unless Faith Leads Us To A Deeper Understanding, A More Reverent Comprehension Of The Significance Of The Universe, God Can Be No More Pleased With Our Knowledge Than The Painter Is Pleased With The Fly Which Touches His Picture With Its Feelers, And Sips The Varnish From The Surface, And Dies Without Dreaming Of The Meaning, Thought, Feeling, Embodied In The Colors.

Long Ago Apollo Called To Aristæus, Youngest Of The Shepherds, Saying, "i Will Make You Keeper Of My Bees." Golden Were The Hives, And Golden Was The Honey; Golden, Too, The Music, Where The Honey-makers Hummed Among The Trees.

It Is Better To Burn The Candle At Both Ends, And In The Middle, Too, Than To Put It Away In The Closet And Let The Mice Eat It.

Religion? Yes, I Know It Well; I've Heard Its Prayers And Creeds, And Seen Men Put Them All To Shame With Poor, Half-hearted Deeds. They Follow Christ, But Far Away; They Wander And They Doubt. I'll Serve Him In A Better Way, And Live His Precepts Out.

You Can Never Begin To Live Until You Dare To Die.