Classic Poem

These Houres, and that which hover's o're my End ,
Into thy hands, and hart, lord, I commend.

Take Both to Thine Account, that I and mine
In that Hour, and in these, may be all thine.

That as I dedicate my devoutest B REATH
To make a kind of L IFE for my lord's D EATH ,

So from his living, and life-giving D EATH ,
My dying L IFE may draw a new, and never fleeting B REATH .