And still I think I should achieve
The goal of great renown
But know full well I don’t believe
In either up or down.

So, when I walk, I make no sound
And neither leave a print
But float above the mortal ground
Like harmless fluff or lint.

And, when I die, that shall be that,
And there shall be no more;
I’ll sit where every sage has sat
Upon God’s golden shore

And know the height of lasting fame
Is nothing but a nameless name.

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