Living
He Liveth Long who Liveth Well
From The Home Book of Verse, ed. Burton Egbert Stevenson (1918)
He liveth long who liveth well!
All other life is short and vain;
He liveth longest who can tell
Of living most for heavenly gain.
He liveth long who liveth well!
All else is being flung away;
He liveth longest who can tell
Of true things truly done each day.
Waste not thy being; back to Him
Who freely gave it, freely give;
Else is that being but a dream;
'Tis but to be, and not to live.
Be what thou seemest! live thy creed!
Hold up to earth the torch divine;
Be what thou prayest to be made;
Let the great Master's steps be thine.
Fill up each hour with what will last;
Buy up the moments as they go;
The life above, when this is past,
Is the ripe fruit of life below.
Sow truth, if thou the truth wouldst reap;
Who sows the false shall reap the vain;
Erect and sound thy conscience keep;
From hollow words and deeds refrain.
Sow love, and taste its fruitage pure;
Sow peace, and reap its harvests bright;
Sow sunbeams on the rock and moor,
And find a harvest-home of light.
Cite this poem
MLA
Bonar, Horatius, D.D. “He Liveth Long who Liveth Well.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/bonar/11/.
Chicago
Bonar, Horatius, D.D. “He Liveth Long who Liveth Well.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/bonar/11/.
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