The spirit firm and swelling soul...

The spirit firm and swelling soul

Are heart of noble self-control,

Sources of power transmuting danger

To clarion-call to the man as whole.

‘ Tis courage helms the bark that's tost

By wild typhoon, or swept by frost,

While sailing life's surprising ocean,—

Strike sail to fear and the bark is lost.

O muse, thou sing'st no siren strain

To him who plows this heaven-domed main!

Thy starry eyes look down all-wistful

On souls that toy with a tangled skein.