Classic Poem

BUILDS A RONDEAU AROUND IT

An upright man need never dread
The blows of Fate; he who has led
?A blameless life is safer far
?Than kings in frowning castles are,
For he is armed with Truth instead.
Once, as I roamed with careless tread,
A wolf who heard me turned and fled.
?He felt that I was, more than czar,
An upright man.
So when the last refrain is said
Above my narrow, rose-strewn bed,
?Say not, “He worshiped flower and star.”
?Say not, “He loved sans let or bar.”
But write these words above my head:
“An Upright Man.”