Who thinks his great achievements poor Shall find





Who thinks his great achievements poor
Shall find his vigour long endure

Of greatest fulness, deemed a void,

Exhaustion ne'er shall stem the tide

Do thou what's straight still crooked deem;

Thy greatest art still stupid seem,

And eloquence a stammering scream





Who shall overcome this earth, and the world of Yama Who uses well his light, Reverting to its facebooktwittergoogle_plusredditpinterestlinkedinmail

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