My soul sinks from brim to below
It conjures me to hang and depart.
Music of dignity in diminish diminuendo
Brings thoughts of pain to the heart.
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I flip back the pages of my days
My deeds and words and countenance.
None of which display'd a wrong grimace
I was never known to be nuisance.
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My soul rose then with courage inferred
Disregarding contempt of the fool.
For the evil should not despise the unerred
As empty jar should not despise the full.
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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