Michelangelo

Would I might wake in you the whirl-wind soul

Of Michelangelo, who hewed the stone

And Night and Day revealed, whose arm alone

Could draw the face of God, the titan high

Whose genius smote like lightning from the sky —

And shall he mold like dead leaves in the grave?

Nay he is in us! Let us dare and dare.

God help us to be brave.