I nothing know, but that only I to know.
Remote of all the turns the world it whirls.
I, prejudice secure, and yet outgrow,
For none I know remorse, but laugh absurd.
Preserve my afterthought before I wait:
A mind is forward by the past but weak.
While pure, it burns aflame, quick trait.
Not to forget, severe, to learn, not meek,
But learned, what will, does good improvement real,
Remembered thoughts advise us still the best
When merged of hope today, and proper seal:
One that is educated, rigor stressed.
I shall regard this post I call my life
As best a fool knowing blind the strife.