Friends Unborn

With this one friend- I ask no more-

To love me till I die,

I sing my  songs that, after death,

My friends may multiply.

To make this world, when I am gone,

Think all the more of me-

Each time a rainbows in the sky,

Or bird is on a tree.

That God may say, when I am judged-

' This sinner did his duty:

Who made men worship me the more,

By his great love of beauty.'