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 94: They that have power to hurt and will do none by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 93: So shall I live, supposing thou art true by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 92: But do thy worst to steal thy self away by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 91: Some glory in their birth, some in their skill by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 90: Then hate me when thou wilt; if ever, now by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 8: Music to hear, why hear’st thou music sadly? by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 89: Say that thou didst forsake me for some fault by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 88: When thou shalt be disposed to set me light by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 87: Farewell! Thou art too dear for my possessing by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 86: Was it the proud full sail of his great verse by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 85: My tongue-tied Muse in manners holds her still by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 84: Who is it that says most, which can say more by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 83: I never saw that you did painting need by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 82: I grant thou wert not married to my Muse by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 81: Or I shall live your epitaph to make by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 80: O, how I faint when I of you do write by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 7: Lo, in the orient when the gracious light by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 79: Whilst I alone did call upon thy aid by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 78: So oft have I invoked thee for my Muse by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 77: Thy glass will show thee how thy beauties wear by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare

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