Be Beautiful, Noble, Like The Antique Ant
Be beautiful, noble, like the antique ant
Who bore the storms as he bore the sun,
Wearing neither gown nor helmet,
Though he was archbishop and soldier:
Salute characters with gracious dignity:
Though what these are is left to
Your own term. Exact: the universe is
Not so small but these will be found
Somewhere. Exact: they will be found
Speak with great moderation: but think
With great fierceness, burning passion:
Though what the ant thought
No annals reveals nor his descendants
Trace the tracelessness of the ant,
Every ant has reached this perfection.
Essential but secret like a rose.
And being brave is our shield.
Stand still little brave man*