Tis not death the young man fears
No, what he fears, and this is true:
Staunch rejection of his peers,
And independence from their view.
May I offer this to you-
If you, young man, a man would be:
Know thyself and faith accrue,
And shun the faceless Crowd, like me.
Stroll the Jutland dells as free,
And be what God intends you to;
Wait in peace and you will see
Your peers will fear and follow you!
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