  I.To have lived! To have felt a quickened beat Of the heart in spring; To have known that something sweet Moved the birds to sing; To have seen dim waves of heat O’er a field of green retreat! II.To have found the hiding-place Of the wild wood rose; To have held, a little space, Any flower that grows; To have known a moment’s grace Looking in a loved one’s face To have lived, to have lived! III.Still, doth it suffice alone That the world is fair? O’er what fields have these hands sown? Are they gold or bare? And though all the flowers are flown, If to God my heart is known, Then shall I in truth be shown How to live, why to live! |
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