Not crowned by rank nor robed in borrowed shine,
The distinguished soul walks quietly apart;
Its worth is etched in patience, line by line,
In acts of grace that shape a faithful heart.
It speaks with calm where louder voices strain,
And stands unmoved by fashion's fleeting sway;
Through storm and praise it carries equal gain,
Its compass fixed beyond the common way.
Such bearing grows from trials deeply known,
From choosing truth when easier roads appear;
A dignity no title can bestow,
Refined by loss, by courage, and by care.
Distinguished thus is one who learns to be
Most fully human, simply, inwardly.
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