Sara Teasdale - A Prayer lyrics

When I am dying, let me know That I loved the blowing snow   Although it stung like whips; That I loved all lovely things And I tried to take their stings   With gay unembittered lips; That I loved with all my strength, To my soul's full depth and length,   Careless if my heart must break, That I sang as children sing Fitting tunes to everything,   Loving life for its own sake.