REMONSTRANCE - Joseph Skipsey Poems


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Oh! why those narrow rules extol?
    These but restrain from ill,
True virtue lies in strength of soul
    And energy of will.

To all that's great and high aspires,
    Prompts to the path of fame
From Heaven draws down Promethean fires
    And wraps the soul in flame.

With brow erect, eye undismayed
    Confronts the midday sun,
Nor sleeps inglorious in the shade
    Of praises cheaply won;

Scans not too curiously the chance
    Of good or evil fate,
But with a free and fearless glance
    Knocks at Hope's, golden gate;

The truthful course pursues and knows
    By Heaven-imparted light,
And scorns to shape to outward shows
    Its conscious sense of right.

Still, while it renders Reason's name
    The meed of honour due
Forgets not sacred instincts claim
    Their share of reverence too.

The frown of unjust censure braves,
    Retreats not with the tide,
But nobly stems and stills the waves
    Of prejudice and pride.