Man's mind is larger than his brow of tears: This hour is not my all of Time; this place My all of Earth; nor this obscene disgrace My all of Life; and thy complacent sneers Shall not pronounce my doom to my compeers Whilst the Hereafter lights me in the face, And from the Past, as from the mountain's base, Rise, as I rise, the long tumultuous cheers. And who slays @3me@1 must overcome a world: Heroes at arms, and virgins who became Mothers of children, prophecy and song; Walls of old cities with their flags unfurled; Peaks, headlands, ocean and its isles of fame -- And sun and moon and all that made me strong. |