Friday, June 25, 2010

"Is there one man in disenchanted days
Who yet has feet on earth and head in Heaven?
One viceroy yet to whom his King hath given
The fire that kindles and the strength that sways?
Is there a wisdom whose extremest ways
Lead upward still? For us who most have striven,
Made wise too early and too late forgiven,
Our prudence palsies and our seeing slays.
We are dying; is there one alive and whole,
A hammer of the Lord, a simple soul,
Man with the men and with the boys a boy?
We are barren, let a male and conquering voice
Fill us and quicken us and make rejoice,
Even us who have so long forgotten joy."


--F. W. H. Myers

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