The poem
'Tis true my garments threadbare are, And sorry poor I seem; But inly I am richer far Than any poet's dream. For I've a hidden life no one Can ever hope to see; A sacred sanctuary none May share with me.
Aloof I stand from out the strife, Within my heart a song; By virtue of my inner life I to myself belong. Against man-ruling I rebel, Yet do not fear defeat, For to my secret citadel I may retreat.
Oh you who have an inner life Beyond this dismal day With wars and evil rumours rife, Go blessedly your way. Your refuge hold inviolate; Unto yourself be true, And shield serene from sordid fate The Real You.
ROBERT WILLIAM SERVICE .....!! WHEN HE SPEAKS HE SPEAKS FOR ME. "WITHIN MY HEART A SONG"....."I TO MYSELF BELONG".....IT DOESN'T MATTER WHAT OTHERS MAY THINK OF US BUT IT MATTERS A LOT WHAT WE THINK OF OURSELVES. "UNTO YOURSELF BE TRUE". THAT TAKES COURAGE. AND THAT BRINGS HAPPINESS.