Think not of any armistice with death—
death, the deceiver—death, the pitiless one,
whose luring promises are but the dust
blown by the winds beneath the desert sun.
Give death no hostages of hope, nor any trust,
yield not to lulling promises of rest.
Lift up your eyes and look—the morning breaks!
And all the valiant sons of man are blest!
"Seek for eternal Life," the Master saith.
Know this—there is no armistice with death.
