From too much love of living,
From hope and fear set free,
We thank with brief thanksgiving
Whatever gods may be
That no life lives for ever,
That dead men rise up never;
That even the weariest river
Winds somewhere safe to sea.
Bio: Charles Sprague was an early American poet. He worked for 45 years for the State and Globe Banks and was often referred to as the "Banker Poet of Boston".
