To Leave a Beauty Shrine

Think April thoughts and keep her youthful eyes;

Drink wine of summer; clasp the autumn's hand,

Then joy in winter's stars and ice-blue skies

When crystal castles glorify the land.

Feel June returning in December's breath.

Kneel at faith's alter--You are not alone--

Love, and illume the face of life and death.

Shove gently would you move an anger-stone.

Live every day as though it were your last.

Give freely of your warm heart-minted gold;

Care more for man, forgetting creed or caste.

Wear robes of dawn, nor mind the growing old.

Weave on the loom of life, a work of art--

Leave one more beauty-shrine when you depart.