no dark to hate

no matter what the peak arcs all descend

unto the earth from which they first arose

that's the most certain the most profound trend

even for one who best withstands the blows

of evil fortune or of cruel fate

falls to despair then rises to high state

no epoch should be measured by one rule

yet we insist that far beyond the cool

and shaded halls where measure has its sway

all things are governed by a simple tool

so each becomes the hero of their day

just past its height the moment seems to bend

with all the weight of ages that could close

cold time's long judgment that will never mend

either warm eyes or the dull hearts that froze

from lack of feeling or the heavy freight

of knowledge that would rise and not abate

from the bright ocean to the chiefly stool

while other wisdoms might in time unspool

we were not shown the truth but in one way

which was to lead us all back into school

so each becomes the hero of their day

there's nothing more on which we must depend

between the morning and the next repose

when all the hours will with clean music blend

so that our thoughts will come out sweeter prose

all of our motion take a smoother gait

while vision leave  us with no dark to hate

returning light finds each beside a pool

bright with our hopes and in the morning cool

though being clear and apt enough for play

we can be certain that none is a fool

so each becomes the hero of their day

we have been warned against the last misrule

of ancient dodderers sunk in their drool

their grimaces the doltish things they say

enough to know we're past this basic school

so each becomes the hero of their day