A whisper from the wise is softly said,
More weighty far than shouts that fools have spread.
No throne it claims, no trumpet loud it brings,
Yet most truer than all the noise of kings.

For wisdom’s voice, though gentle in its art,
Finds silent paths that lead into the heart.
While roaring pride may fade and disappear,
The quiet word of truth is what we hear.

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