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My Inner Life Poem

Robert William Service describes having an inner life that is richer than any poet's dream, despite outward appearances of threadbare garments and poverty. He stands aloof from strife with a song in his heart, rebelling against man-ruling yet not fearing defeat by virtue of his secret citadel - his inner life - to which he may retreat. He advises others with an inner life beyond this dismal day of wars and evil rumors to go blessedly on their way, holding their refuge inviolate and shielding the real them from sordid fate by being true to themselves.

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My Inner Life Poem

Robert William Service describes having an inner life that is richer than any poet's dream, despite outward appearances of threadbare garments and poverty. He stands aloof from strife with a song in his heart, rebelling against man-ruling yet not fearing defeat by virtue of his secret citadel - his inner life - to which he may retreat. He advises others with an inner life beyond this dismal day of wars and evil rumors to go blessedly on their way, holding their refuge inviolate and shielding the real them from sordid fate by being true to themselves.

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My Inner Life

By: Robert William Service

'Tis true my garments threadbare are,


And sorry poor I seem;
But inly I am richer far
Than any poet's dream.
For I've a hidden life no one
Can ever hope to see;
A sacred sanctuary none
May share with me.

Aloof I stand from out the strife,


Within my heart a song;
By virtue of my inner life
I to myself belong.
Against man-ruling I rebel,
Yet do not fear defeat,
For to my secret citadel
I may retreat.

Oh you who have an inner life


Beyond this dismal day
With wars and evil rumours rife,
Go blessedly your way.
Your refuge hold inviolate;
Unto yourself be true,
And shield serene from sordid fate
The Real You.

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