All around is haste, confusion, noise.
For power and wealth men stretch the day
From dawn till dusk. But quietly
I go my way.
For glitter, show, to taunt the crowd,
Desire-tossed in wild dismay,
Men sell their souls. But quietly
I go my way.
The green of all the fields is mine,
The stars, the night, the wind at play,
A peaceful heart, while quieltly,
I go my own way.
By Max Ehrmann
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