The Old Stoic

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1. Riches I hold in light esteem,
2. And Love I laugh to scorn;
3. And lust of fame was but a dream,
4. That vanished with the morn:
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6. And if I pray, the only prayer
7. That moves my lips for me
8. Is, "Leave the heart that now I bear,
9. And give me liberty!"
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11. Yes, as my swift days near their goal:
12. 'Tis all that I implore;
13. In life and death a chainless soul,
14. With courage to endure.
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