WE watch the bud in spring, inclining ear
To hear the young leaf lisping in the sheath;
We count the shimmering moments, underneath
The shadow of the summer’s fluttering gear;
Our labour care, lest blight or blast should sear
Or shake our fragrant, petal-precious wreath;
Till the hour come in which we would bequeath
The leaf that hangs the last, of all most dear.
O Life, when there is nought betwixt Thy cross
And client, save Thy blood and deathly sweat,
Then sink the good, the ills; the gain, the loss;
Occasion or excuse to joy or grieve;
Fall all the leaves of life without regret;
O Way, O Truth, it is enough to live.
Gray, John. “Via Vita Veritas.” The Venture: an Annual of Art and Literature, vol. 2, 1905, p. 62. Venture Digital Edition, edited by Lorraine Janzen Kooistra, 2019-2022. Yellow Nineties 2.0, Toronto Metropolitan University Centre for Digital Humanities, 2022, https://1890s.ca/vv2-gray-veritas