In the midst of fortune,
In the fullness of affliction,
Under the raising sun or
Beneath the shade of fragrant forests,
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In the midst of fortune, In the fullness of affliction, Under the raising sun or Beneath the shade of fragrant forests, Refuge there is not, for a sage .......fine
Those that only witness The grand emanation of mind, This passing world, Know with serenity that Trully, there is no where to stand. Good poem dear Poetess