I know my purpose well, and I will hold
Close to its meaning in all things I do;
It is no ware to be bartered or sold
Nor a chameleon to change its hue,
But rather a fixed rock, strong through and through,
Against which waves may crash, but which they may
Despite the strength of tide and trade wind too
Never remove an inch out of the bay,
Nor even scratch despite their harsh assay.
So let all come; my purpose shall not falter
Nor crumble into wet amorphous clay,
But remain strong and solid. If it alter
It is from inner and volcanic fires
Which like to magma melt my past desires.
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