Give me the strength and height
     Of glorious life;
     The dazzling light,
The straining and the strife,
     Love, passion, hope,
In their divinest scope.

High winds on mighty seas
     Not sheltered bay
     The storm that frees
Wild torrents great and gay
     With splendid power;
Not the soft springtime shower.

And if the storm should kill
     The torrent drown?
     So be it still.
Still let me snatch the crown
     Life has to give
And cry, but once, I live!

Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,
Old Time is still a-flying:
And [this]1 same flower that smiles today
Tomorrow will be dying.

[The]2 glorious lamp of heaven, the Sun,
The higher he's a-getting
The sooner will his race be run,
And nearer he's to setting.

That age is best which is the first,
When youth and blood are warmer;
[But being spent, the worse, and worst
Times, still succeed the former. ]3

Then be not coy, but use your time;
And while ye may, go marry:
For having lost but once your prime,
You may forever tarry.

Life is either a daring adventure or nothing.