I choose the views that suit me best,
That match up with my temperament:
The old philosophies that stressed
Simplicity, a soldier's bent
For self-control, much time apart
On silent walks, a lack of haste,
A cultivation of the art
Of living by my highest taste.
My wanderings alone outside
Have led me to a higher health
Than bookish learning can provide —
A longer path to inner wealth.
My mind translates my native drive
For life to reasons that can guide
My actions as I seek to thrive
In ways that deep inside abide.
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