University of Virginia Library

SELF-COMMAND.

I have the pleasure now in self-command
Of one whose servants are obedient.
But formerly my weak will stood in awe
Of all its slaves, for frowning mutiny
Was brewing in the ship of my desires;
And Intellect, a captain gagged and bound,
Was laughed at. Now he holds his rightful place,
And tacks the ship, and saves her by a word,
When she is rushing on the reefs of sin.