Thank God for fools!—for men who dare to dream Beyond the lean horizon of their days; Men not too timid to pursue the gleam To unguessed lands of wonder and amaze. Thank God for fools! The trails that ring the world Are dark with blood and sweat where they have passed. There are the flags of every crag unfurled; Theirs—ashes and oblivion at last. Thank God for fools!—abused, of low estate. We rear our temples on the stones they laid; Ours is the prize their tired souls might not wait; Theirs—the requiem of the unafraid. |