How He Died Poem by Ernest Howard Crosby

So he died for his faith. That is fine.
More than most of us do.
But stay; can you add to that line
That he lived for it too?

It is easy to die. Men have died
For a wish or a whim --
From bravado, from passion or pride;
Was it harder for him?

But to live; every day to live out
All the truth that he dreamt,
While his friends met his conduct with doubt,
And the world with contempt --

Was it thus that he plodded ahead,
Never turning aside?
Then we'll talk of the life that he led,
Never mind how he died.