Do not cry for me.
For I have lived long and well.
Though my time is short, you say,
And I am too young to die.
You are kind but do not know.
When it is my time,
I will go without a fight,
For I have fought a worse foe-
Than death.
Do not will for me another day,
Pray that I have spent my days for victory,
In my battles against vice-
Every evil thing within me.
It is grander to live but a day,
In purity of heart and mind.
Than it is to live a thousand years,
Enslaved to those enemies.
And to die a birth into new life,
Is a dream and a joy,
That no disease of this world,
Can deny us.
~FS
