Character

World-engaged, you cannot know
Or else you'd not bother
Attach unto its battle-dress
One more piece of glitter.

You, whom, parading through life
For all your worth, soft worn;
By which cheap notice defines you
A change of tastes does scorn!

And yet there tis; inner strength;
Girding one'sinner chest.
Tempered by this experience
Each day's moral conquest.