THANKS

Thank God for this bright frailty of Life,

The lyric briefness of its reckless Spring;

Thank God for all the swift adventuring,

The bold uncertainty, the rousing strife.

Thank God the world is set to such a tune,

That life is such a proud and crashing wave;

That none, but lifeless things, shall be Time's slave,

Like the long-dead but never tiring moon;

That godlike passion strangely leaps and runs;

That youth cannot grow old, nor beauty stale;

That even Death is fragile and must fail

Before the wind of joy that speeds the suns.