Classic Poem

I AM not wrong. Fixed is my steadfast soul,
Some strong, resistless passion draws me on,
Till the huge purpose of my life be won,
And I attain that far, prophetic goal.
Attempted not before me. It may be
Madness or inspiration — God knows best!
Yet something far o'er an unventured sea,
By the wide gateways of the golden West,
Lures me with dreams, vast as a Continent,
Which ever urge their high accomplishment,
From which my spirit nothing shall affright;
For I will yet plant, o'er an unknown main,
Upon new shores, the red flag of old Spain,
Nor leave the world to ignorance and night.