What Quest Do You Make - Poem by Gary Bryson
What quest do you make, if not for the truth,
What noble wind billows your sail.
What course do you set? What star is your proof,
To guide when your judgment may fail.
A compass, a light, to steer you by night,
By day your way sure by the sun.
With honor your might, you stand for what’s right,
And press on till your duty is done.
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