For all your days prepare,
And meet them ever alike:
When you are the anvil, bear--
When you are the hammer, Strike.
He drew a circle that shut me out--
Heretic, a rebel, a thing to flout.
But Love and I had the wit to win:
We drew a circle that took him in!
The laws are the secret avengers,
And they rule above all lands;
They come on wool-soft sandals,
But they strike with iron hands.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem