David – the last stanza of this poem is breathtaking even mentioning “lost strife”
Give all you have for loveliness;
Buy it, and never count the cost!
For one white, singing hour of peace
Count many a year of strife well lost;
And for a breath of ecstasy,
Give all you have been, or could be.
Remarkable! I remember this poem from English class in high school. It’s funny how those early impressions stay stuck in your memory. But I hadn’t noticed that Laura dropped the last stanza for the Christmas card. Thank you for sharing!
This site is dedicated to the memory of Laura and is now mostly an archive of her 15-month struggle with cancer as told by her husband David and other family. A brief background of her case is found in the About section. Family photos dating back five years can be found in the main photos section. There are two slideshow retrospectives of Laura throughout her life. A collaborative tribute effort is woefully incomplete and I encourage your help.
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1 Kristin // Apr 21, 2010 at 9:37 pm
David – the last stanza of this poem is breathtaking even mentioning “lost strife”
Give all you have for loveliness;
Buy it, and never count the cost!
For one white, singing hour of peace
Count many a year of strife well lost;
And for a breath of ecstasy,
Give all you have been, or could be.
2 David // Apr 21, 2010 at 11:13 pm
Remarkable! I remember this poem from English class in high school. It’s funny how those early impressions stay stuck in your memory. But I hadn’t noticed that Laura dropped the last stanza for the Christmas card. Thank you for sharing!