I Will Not Fight

I will not fight: though proud of pith

I hold no one worth striving with;

And should resentment burn my breast

I deem that silence serves me best:

So having not a word to say,

Contemptuous I turn away.



I will not fret: my rest of life

Free I will keep from hate and strife;

Let lust and sin and anger sleep,

I will not delve the subsoil deep,

But be content with inch of earth,

Where daisies have their birth.



I will not grieve: Till day be done

I will be tranquil in the sun,

With garden glow and quiet nook,

And song of bird and spell of book . . .

God bless you all! I will not fight,

But love and dream until--Goodnight!