To My Sister on Her Birthday

Whan all the world is lost in daily life,
We are the ones who can hold on to good.
Through all the troubles of the world of strife,
We rest our love on claims of common blood.
We learn to love when we are most in need,
When we are gay we have no need of love.
It is in times of woe brought on by greed
For baser things of life, which none above
Have any affection for, why should we
Let our lives be despoiled by serving lies.
The deeper values, these we use to see
The way to life, The lack of vision dies.
Thus we have need of loves that we may live,
A life of love to which we only give.