No matter all the fools who chase
after trivial, transient gold,
And all those who with their troubles create
for their friends a garland of their woes,
Even those who their goodness stake
On a feeble, duplicitous hold,
Or those who leave in their wake
nothing but ashes of the soul,
The Strong stand in honor, Awake,
in conscience robed.
after trivial, transient gold,
And all those who with their troubles create
for their friends a garland of their woes,
Even those who their goodness stake
On a feeble, duplicitous hold,
Or those who leave in their wake
nothing but ashes of the soul,
The Strong stand in honor, Awake,
in conscience robed.
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