Classic Poem

I WILL not drown my day in grief,
But I shall breast the tide, and know;
And knowledge shall not make me brief,
But I will eat thereof and grow.

One happiness shall not possess
The freeborn soul I was before;
But I will drink down happiness
With a good heart, and call for more!

My brain may crave for knowledge, chief,
Though I am more than brain indeed;
My present need will have its grief,
Though I am more than present need.

And heart, with hunger never less,
May scorn all ministries apart,
Imploring for its happiness:
But I am greater than my heart.