Classic Poem

O'er my nature steals a calm inscrutable:
God-like in certitude, e'en debonnair.
As fix'd as Fate, as She immutable,
As She, unanxious, as She, free from care.
Fix'd as the Laws which do forever hold
The wide-revolving Seasons in Their hand—
Those alternating circles heat and cold
The alternating life and death of land—
As they as sure as they as certain are
As they unshakable and adamant
My grounds for victory in my coming war
For Fate with me hath sign'd a covenant.
Lest now a tender-hearted world grow squeamish
Just let her hold her breath and “watch my finish.”