Sic Vos Non Vobis

Ye, that the untrod paths have braved,

With heart and brain unbound;

Who ask not that your souls be saved,

But that the Truth be found;

Whose fiery cross is borne unseen,

Whose meek brows, bleeding but serene

With only thorns are crowned;

Who, still and steadfast, stand for Right,

Though none acclaim and none requite:

Who learn how little is the sum

Of all that Truth can teach,

And where the serried boundaries come

That bar your utmost reach;

For whom no sage, no saint, can find

A clue to aught that lies behind;

For whom the preachers preach

Only to leave ye at the door

That opens to their knock no more:

Who, listening in the trackless night,

Hearing no bugle-call,

Still fight, undaunted, the good fight,

And never fail or fall;

Who, standing on an inch of ground,

Feel the Infinities around,

Yet dare to face it all,

And keep the life ye hold in trust

Safe from besetting moth and rust.

Life-tragic mystery of Man-

Strange tale of joy and grief!

Chaff for the errant winds to fan,

A bubble bright and brief,

That floats and shines and bursts unseen,

And leaves no trace where it has been;

Like thistle-down and leaf,

That in soft airs of autumn dance,

The helpless sport of Fate and Chance.

Ye, who can see the case so clear,

And scorn to cringe and moan,

Who follow humbly, without fear,

The soul’s behest alone;

Content to suffer for the sake

Of faithful manhood, and to make

A loftier stepping-stone,

A straighter way, a smoother street,

For tread of unborn children’s feet.

Ye, whom the children’s sorrows rend,

And who despise the smart,

Who walk uprightly to the end

With an undoubting heart,

To take the guerdon of your pain-

Death, with no hope to live again-

Ye have the better part,

Salt of the world, that keeps it sound!

Kings that shall yet be throned and crowned.

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Poems in English 

• Sonnet 71: No longer mourn for me when I am dead by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 70: That thou art blamed shall not be thy defect by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 6: Then let not winter’s ragged hand deface by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 69: Those parts of thee that the world’s eye doth view by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 68: Thus is his cheek the map of days outworn by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 67: Ah, wherefore with infection should he live by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 66: Tired with all these, for restful death I cry by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 65: Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 64: When I have seen by Time’s fell hand defaced by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 63: Against my love shall be, as I am now by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 62: Sin of self-love possesseth all mine eye by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 61: Is it thy will thy image should keep open by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 60: Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 5: Those hours, that with gentle work did frame by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 59: If there be nothing new, but that which is by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 58: That god forbid, that made me first your slave by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 57: Being your slave, what should I do but tend by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 56: Sweet love, renew thy force, be it not said by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 55: Not marble, nor the gilded monuments by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 95: How sweet and lovely dost thou make the shame by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare

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