At your peril, leave me out
When following your devilish ways, devout
At your own risk, plainly ignore me
Who you treat so miserably;
Beware too, the steadfast mind
That concentrates on being kind
And which, on a course of happiness set,
Shows defeat may be defeated yet;
Know you now that all is well
Despite the clanging doom-laden bell
That rings out, as if all is lost
Forget me at your cost;
Caution the pessimistic future-seer
Who believes in all-pervading fear
Who is puzzled by my contrary touch
That clings to hope so much;
Strike out the dead, clad in night
The timid soul that trembles with fright
Count me in, to this life so brisk
And forget me, at your own risk.
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