It Is Right

In my willing to will
And to do what I do
I’m the start-up of me
And no product of you.

And that is good, it is noble, it is right.

From beginning to end
Of my self-guiding flight
I’m the boss of my day,
My crowned king of my night.

And it is noble and right, it is good.

In the years of my life,
In the works of my hands,
Are beginnings of ends
That my wisdom commands.

And it is good, it is noble, it is right.

I’m an end in myself,
My life’s roots are in me,
And my joy is the fruit
That I eat of my tree.

And it is noble and right, it is good.

There’s no end of my life
For as long as I live,
If to all of my dreams
My high waking I give.

And that is good, it is noble, it is right.

Through this glorious age
Of my works of desire
There is nothing more rare,
Naught on earth any higher.

And that is right, it is noble, it is good.

I am I, you are you,
Flesh and spirit apart;
To ourselves be us true
In each target we start.

For this is noble, this is right, this is good.

We, these ends in ourselves,
We admire us and love,
Nor regard us as slaves,
Nor as powers above.

And it is true, it is just, it is sweet.

Not in lies do we live,
Nor deception, nor force,
But the light we each give
Is the joy of our course.

And it is sweet, it is just, it is true.

There’s no god that we make,
And no priest and no witch,
But ourselves in life’s glass
Wax spiritually rich.

And it is true, it is sweet, it is just.

Yea, our hands as they clasp
Do acknowledge this whole:
That each self is a man
With his end his own soul.

And it is just, it is true, it is sweet.

So each woman and man,
And each girl and each boy,
Are sole ends as themselves
In the wills they employ.

And it is good, it is noble, it is right.

Now let trumpets blare out
For the self in its height,
And the charge of loved mind
Be majestic in might.

Let the gladness of good
Be so proud and so free
That it never turn back
On the track of “To be!”

With my willing of will
Upon time I lay hold,
And for love of my life
Make each minute my gold,

Till the end of my end
Is my start-up each day
In beginning that wins
As I go my own way!

And it is true, it is just, it is right!

Now is quiet and peace
As the waves roll ashore,
And I sing at my ease
Through my wide open door.

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