INTERNAL HARMONY.
Assuredof worthiness we do not dreadCompetitors; we rather give them hailAnd greeting in the lists where we may fail:Must, if we bear an aim beyond the head!My betters are my masters: purely fedBy their sustainment I likewise shall scaleSome rocky steps between the mount and vale;Meanwhile the mark I have and I will wed.So that I draw the breath of finer air,Station is nought, nor footways laurel-strewn,Nor rivals tightly belted for the race.Good speed to them! My place is here or there;My pride is that among them I have place:And thus I keep this instrument in tune.
Assuredof worthiness we do not dreadCompetitors; we rather give them hailAnd greeting in the lists where we may fail:Must, if we bear an aim beyond the head!My betters are my masters: purely fedBy their sustainment I likewise shall scaleSome rocky steps between the mount and vale;Meanwhile the mark I have and I will wed.So that I draw the breath of finer air,Station is nought, nor footways laurel-strewn,Nor rivals tightly belted for the race.Good speed to them! My place is here or there;My pride is that among them I have place:And thus I keep this instrument in tune.
Assuredof worthiness we do not dreadCompetitors; we rather give them hailAnd greeting in the lists where we may fail:Must, if we bear an aim beyond the head!My betters are my masters: purely fedBy their sustainment I likewise shall scaleSome rocky steps between the mount and vale;Meanwhile the mark I have and I will wed.So that I draw the breath of finer air,Station is nought, nor footways laurel-strewn,Nor rivals tightly belted for the race.Good speed to them! My place is here or there;My pride is that among them I have place:And thus I keep this instrument in tune.
Assuredof worthiness we do not dread
Competitors; we rather give them hail
And greeting in the lists where we may fail:
Must, if we bear an aim beyond the head!
My betters are my masters: purely fed
By their sustainment I likewise shall scale
Some rocky steps between the mount and vale;
Meanwhile the mark I have and I will wed.
So that I draw the breath of finer air,
Station is nought, nor footways laurel-strewn,
Nor rivals tightly belted for the race.
Good speed to them! My place is here or there;
My pride is that among them I have place:
And thus I keep this instrument in tune.