and remember what peace
there may be in silence
be on good terms with all persons
and listen to others, even to the
dull and ignorant;
they too have their story
they are vexations to the spirit.
you may become vain or bitter,
for always there will be greater and
lesser persons than yourself
as well as your plans
however humble, it's a real possession
in the changing fortunes of time.
for the world is full of trickery
what virtue there is;
many persons strive for high ideals,
and everywhere life is full of heroism
for in the face of all aridity and
disenchantement,
it is as perrenial as the grass
gracefully surrendering the things of youth
with dark imaginings
fatigue and loneliness
be gentle with yourself
no less than the trees and the stars;
you have a right to be here
no doubt the universe is
unfolding as it should
whatever you conceive him to be
and aspirations, in the noisy
confusion of life, keep peace
in your soul
and broken dreams,
it is still a beautiful world.
