"You must
Make something of yourself
Young man!"
Oh, must I? And what
shall I make but a thing of the divine—
an object of being?
And with what haste?
Shall I tally my years the faster?
I can make but I surely "mustn't,"
for I have no self but the Lord.
And I am scarce forty years—
I have made it this far in not making;
And as for youth,
I grow young in play
at every morning's wax.
Now tell me again, old sage,
what "must" be done
but the day's bread,
and love?