CALL me not rebel, though { here at every word <br /> {in what I sing <br />If I no longer hail thee { King and Lord <br /> { Lord and King <br />I have redeemed myself with all I had, <br />And now possess my fortunes poor but glad. <br />With all I had I have redeemed myself, <br />And escaped at once from slavery and pelf. <br />The unruly wishes must a ruler take, <br />Our high desires do our low fortunes make: <br />Those only who desire palatial things <br />Do bear the fetters and the frowns of Kings; <br />Set free thy slave; thou settest free thyself.<br /><br />Robert Louis Stevenson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ad-olum/
