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Robert W Service - My Inner Life
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`Tis true my garments threadbare are,
           And sorry poor I seem;
But inly I am richer far
           Than any poet`s dream.
For I`ve a hidden life no one
           Can ever hope to see;
A sacred sanctuary none
           May share with me.
           
Aloof I stand from out the strife,
           Within my heart a song;
By virtue of my inner life
           I to myself belong.
Against man-ruling I rebel,
           Yet do not fear defeat,
For to my secret citadel
           I may retreat.

Oh you who have an inner life
           Beyond this dismal day
With wars and evil rumours rife,
           Go blessedly your way.
Your refuge hold inviolate;
           Unto yourself be true,
And shield serene from sordid fate
           The Real You.
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