If thought is clear and feeling's clear,
Desire's clear enough;
Indifferent to achieving
What is merely gain;
Twice master, but undivided,
Of duty and my being ---

Fortune could not shelter me,
As I was not her minion.
So I lived my life and so I died,
At peace beneath the speechless skies,
By word and purpose bound.
The rest is in the hands of God!