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A little while to live an' learn; A little while to dream an' plan; A little while to long an' yearn For things denied to humble man.

A little while to know an' feel The comfort o' some faithful friends; A little while for woe an' weal; A little while to make amends.

A little while to doze an' nod; A little while to jest an' play; A little while to worship God A long the broad an' sun-kiss'd way.

A little while to mourn an' weep; A little while to comfort those Who suffer when the world's asleep, Unconscious of all others' woes.

A little while to love an' bless That kindly soul that gave me life; A little while just to caress My mother's hand in hours o' strife.

A little while to toil an' slave Ere all the tricklin' sands have run; A while to bless a grass-grown grave Guarded by moon an' stars an' sun.

My heritage! To live each day Subject to laws that men may frame; Just live … an' then slip away To that far bourne from whence I came.