Let the anger in our hearts calm down For it is only directed at ourselves, For the invectives other souls have thrown Are bothersome no longer, this I know. But indiscretion and our clumsiness Are still symbols of our slow progress. I know that anger eats into the being And we must calm the vital in its ways, No stress, no strain repeated a thousand times But patience allows no anger, no delays Of the upward movement turned toward the goal That we may view the future and our role.
Poems Undated (1727)
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