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Ultimatum
I HOLD not with the fatalist creed
Of what must be must be;
There is enough to meet my need
In this most meagre me.
Of what must be must be;
There is enough to meet my need
In this most meagre me.
These two slim arms were made to rein
My steed, to ward and fend;
There is more gold in this small brain
Than I can ever spend.
My steed, to ward and fend;
There is more gold in this small brain
Than I can ever spend.
The seed I plant is chosen well;
Ambushed by no sly sweven,
I plant it if it droops to hell,
Or if it blooms to heaven.
Ambushed by no sly sweven,
I plant it if it droops to hell,
Or if it blooms to heaven.
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