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