The storms may rage against the heavy gate,And fortune strip the autumn branches bare,But inside stands a fortress built on state,Beyond the reach of sorrow or despair.For things external have no power to bind,Unless we give them license to destroy,The only master is the quiet mind,Which guards its own serenity and joy.Accept the path the spinning cosmos weaves,And love the fate that nature sets in place,Like changing seasons or the falling leaves,Meet every trial with a steady face.The world may shake, but he remains unmoved,Whose inner citadel is tested, proved.
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