I have to live with myself, and so
I want to be fit for myself to know
I want to be able, as days go by,
Always to look myself straight in the eye,
I don't want to stand, with the setting sun,
and hate myself for the things I've done.
I want to go out with my head erect,
I want to deserve all men's respect:
For here in the struggle for fame and self
I want to be able to like myself.
I don't want to look at myself and know
That I'm bluster and bluff, an empty show.
I never can hide myself from me
I see what others may never see
I know what others may never know
I never can fool myself, and so,
Whatever happens I want to be
Self-respecting and conscience free.
Sister Stanislaus
Charity Hospital, New Orleans, LA.
Died June 8, 1949