God, though this life is but a wraith, Although we know not what we use, Although we grope with little faith, Give me the heart to fight and lose.
Selected poems and parodies of Louis Untermeyer (ed. 1935)
God, though this life is but a wraith, Although we know not what we use, Although we grope with little faith, Give me the heart to fight and lose.
Selected poems and parodies of Louis Untermeyer (ed. 1935)