<h2><SPAN name="poem65"></SPAN>UNCONQUERED</h2>
<p class="poetry">However skilled and strong art thou, my foe,<br/>
However fierce is thy relentless hate,<br/>
Though firm thy hand, and strong thy aim, and straight<br/>
Thy poisoned arrow leaves the bended bow,</p>
<p class="poetry">To pierce the target of my heart, ah! know<br/>
I am the master yet of my own fate.<br/>
Thou canst not rob me of my best estate,<br/>
Though fortune, fame, and friends, yea, love shall go.</p>
<p class="poetry">Not to the dust shall my true self be
hurled,<br/>
Nor shall I meet thy worst assaults dismayed;<br/>
When all things in the balance are well weighed,<br/>
There is but one great danger in the world—<br/>
<i>Thou canst not force my soul to wish thee
ill</i>,<br/>
That is the only evil that can kill.</p>
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