If not with hope of life, Begin with fear of death: Strive the tremendous life-long strife Breath after breath. Bleed on beneath the rod; Weep on until thou see; Turn fear and hope to love of God Who loveth thee. Turn all to love, poor soul; Be love thy watch and ward; Be love thy starting-point, thy goal, And thy reward. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE MOUNTAIN FASTNESS by HAYDEN CARRUTH TWILIGHT COMES by HAYDEN CARRUTH DRUMS AND BRASS by DONALD (GRADY) DAVIDSON LITTLE SON by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE PLACE OF PEACE by EDWIN MARKHAM TO A MAN WORKING HIS WAY THROUGH THE CROWD by MARIANNE MOORE |