The fortress that which is your mind May find not such turmoil as harsh And instead might as well, rejoice The shackles which at present bind Or may be, but it shall doth budge The resolve of its castles strong And surely not, it shall not smudge Ordeal undertook by genial souls What may be, will have then begun Fear not, have faith on the virtuous Path; Think not, what if but of the Good, that has_ and in time you will Clearly see; mental tenacity will be Yours, decreed; Have just clear head Upon thy broadsword. Nothing else Will have; or will ever matter more !
Let not our humble minds admit That we are better than the rest; Lest we ourselves our fates forfeit To those who jeer and **** and jest. Let not our thinking hearts believe Love must belong to fools like them; Such noble strains as hearts must grieve: Second to none; none to condemn. Let not our wills be resolute, Never able to bend or change; Pity the strength of duller brutes. So trust in life’s sordid exchange: Though we will fall and surely die, We too, one day, shall live to sigh.