Though tough the coldness of my strict fate, I can survive, a fine player: I won't ask God for any new aid, Or other roads in hours of prayer.
A mind in dignity keeps finding In pain - life's secrets to rejoice, Like seas are whining, making noise, Which we may marvel, find exciting.
I'm used to struggling with my lot, Got strong from storms of life's temptations, Which are the fountains of high thoughts, The cause of tears and inspirations.