Classic Poem

Riches I hold in light esteem,
And Love I laugh to scorn;
And lust of Fame was but a dream
That vanished with the morn--

And if I pray, the only prayer
That moves my lips for me
Is-- "Leave the heart that now I bear,
And give me liberty.'

Yes, as my swift days near their goal,
'Tis all that I implore--
Through life and death, a chainless soul,
With courage to endure!