One for the Living-A Partoum

Do not yield to that dark cloud

Do not fade without a sound

Winnow the wisps of that shroud

Fly above the lonely ground

Don't despair when death comes 'round

Burn with brightness in the dark

Seek out where does life abound

To doom, neither heed nor hark

Don't give way to Nature's mark

In many ways, you are free

You are not here on a lark

And all is as meant to be

Wade through the lakes, cleanse in seas

Let the great rain make you cool

Forgive yourself of pleas

Knowledge of this has a fool

Deck yourself with arms and jewels

Do not yield to that dark cloud

Will and wit, the strongest tools

Winnow the wisps of that shroud