The poem
A passion to be free Has ever mastered me; To none beneath the sun Will I bow down,--not one Shall leash my liberty.
My life's my own; I rise With glory in my eyes; And my concept of hell Is to be forced to sell Myself to one who buys.
With heart of rebel I Man's government defy; With hate of bondage born Monarch and mob I scorn: My King the Lord on high.
God's majesty I know; And worship in the glow Of beauty that I see, Of love embracing me; My heaven to be free: May it be ever so.
Robert lives as one who knows who he is - a child of God, not subject to anyone or anything. A pilgrim in this world, traveling lightly.