Poetry

Seven Times Have I Despised My Soul

Khalil Gibran

​ Seven times have I despired my soul.

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​ The first time when I saw her being meek that she might attain height.

​ The second time when I saw her limping before the crippled.

​ The third time when she was given to choose between the hard and the easy,

​ and she chose the easy.

​ The fourth time when she committed a wrong, and comforted herself that others also commit wrong.

​ The fifth time when she forbore for weakness, and attributed her patience to strength.

​ The sixth time when she despired the ugliness of a face, and knew not that it was one of her own masks.

​ And the seventh time when she sang a song of praise, and deemed it a virtue.