Encampment River Trail, May 27th, 2000
In the garden of my life
I'm done with envy, done with strife.
I cultivate my natural joys
Far from this culture's fearful noise.
Congress hall and marketplace,
Fame's small change and honor's race,
Academe's cold, haughty tower —
Have no meaning, hold no power.
Letting go of shoulds and oughts,
I concentrate on greener thoughts
And find as I fulfill my soul
That things spin calmly in control —
That though events conspire still,
They tend to bend toward my will.
No greater cause achieves the measure
Than that of my own reasoned pleasure.
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