What I Live For
I live for those who love me,
Whose hearts are kind and true,
For Heaven that smiles above me,
And waits my spirit, too;
For all the ties that bind me,
For all the tasks assigned me.
And bright hopes left behind me,
And good that I can do.
I live to learn their story
Who’ve suffered for my sake,
To emulate their glory,
And follow in their wake;
Bards, patriots, martyrs, sages,
The noble of all ages,
Whose deeds crown history’s pages,
And Time’s great volume make.
I live to hold communion
With all that is divine,
To feel there is a union
’Twixt Nature’s heart and mine;
To profit by affliction,
Reap truths from fields of fiction,
And, wiser from conviction,
Fulfil each grand design.
I live to hail that season,
By gifted minds foretold,
When men shall rule by reason,
And not alone by gold;
When man to man united,
And every wrong thing righted,
The whole world shall be lighted
As Eden was of old.
I live for those who love me,
Whose hearts are kind and true,
For Heaven that smiles above me,
And waits my spirit too;
For the cause that lacks assistance,
For the wrong that needs resistance,
For the future in the distance,
And the good that I can do.
by George Linnaeus Banks
George Linnaeus Banks was born on 2 March 1821 in Birmingham, England as the son of a seedsman. He was a member of the Methodist denomination of Christianity and was married to writer Isabella Banks. After trying several types of manual labor and trades, he eventually became a journalist, a newspaper editor, a poet, a playwright, a dabbler in acting, and an orator. George Linnaeus Banks passed on at 60 years of age on 3 May 1881 in Dalston, Hackney, England.
I live for those who love me,
Whose hearts are kind and true,
For Heaven that smiles above me,
And waits my spirit, too;
For all the ties that bind me,
For all the tasks assigned me.
And bright hopes left behind me,
And good that I can do.
I live to learn their story
Who’ve suffered for my sake,
To emulate their glory,
And follow in their wake;
Bards, patriots, martyrs, sages,
The noble of all ages,
Whose deeds crown history’s pages,
And Time’s great volume make.
I live to hold communion
With all that is divine,
To feel there is a union
’Twixt Nature’s heart and mine;
To profit by affliction,
Reap truths from fields of fiction,
And, wiser from conviction,
Fulfil each grand design.
I live to hail that season,
By gifted minds foretold,
When men shall rule by reason,
And not alone by gold;
When man to man united,
And every wrong thing righted,
The whole world shall be lighted
As Eden was of old.
I live for those who love me,
Whose hearts are kind and true,
For Heaven that smiles above me,
And waits my spirit too;
For the cause that lacks assistance,
For the wrong that needs resistance,
For the future in the distance,
And the good that I can do.
by George Linnaeus Banks
George Linnaeus Banks was born on 2 March 1821 in Birmingham, England as the son of a seedsman. He was a member of the Methodist denomination of Christianity and was married to writer Isabella Banks. After trying several types of manual labor and trades, he eventually became a journalist, a newspaper editor, a poet, a playwright, a dabbler in acting, and an orator. George Linnaeus Banks passed on at 60 years of age on 3 May 1881 in Dalston, Hackney, England.
