Quieter Minds hold wisdom close

Distrusting tongues to speak their truth,

That should their words betray the host

It weights on them as burdens proof.

 

Of Brasher Minds those others wag

To twist and mold their crooked want,

Beseeching Souls of Sword and Flag

To quench their thirst at Wars Deep Font

 

Between two Points like Polar Drift

The Flotsam Minds wash To and Fro,

For it is they that are the sift

Of who Will Stay and who Must Go.

 

So Gird your Quiet Mind with Steel

And trust the words you fear to tell,

For better The Life that does not yield

Than one that bides in Silent Hell