Once there was The People - Terror gave it birth.
There's no jealousy in the grave.
Gardens are not made by singing 'Oh, how beautiful,' and sitting in the shade.
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster And treat those two impostors just the same.
Our loves are not given, but only lent, At compound interest of cent per cent.
This is a brief life, but in its brevity it offers us some splendid moments, some meaningful adventures.