The Good’s Begun

When Good has come, to say there’s no more good,
And Vice leans smiling, eager to beguile,
Hear nothing, but begin the thing you should
And trash the wrong, like shoes gone out of style.
In bare feet though you stand, or slippers worn,
Walk onward ever straighter to your goal;
The rocks along the way may bear no corn,
But virtue feeds on strength within your soul.
Then vicious Lie will waver, crack and split,
And Stealth go slinking under dust to hide.
Your Rational Mind will keep you hale and fit,
And you will lengthen more your length’ning stride.
Appearing then—a new Apollo sun—
Your brilliant eye will see the good begun.

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