Classic Poem

Respect the rarer thought, the finer strain
That young men, come to consciousness, attain!
Bold navigators of Financial Straits,
Whose golden worth on no endowment waits,
They sail the choppy sea of troublous art
Without a thought of tacking for the mart.
In every age and every port of Life
They clash with Custom in appointed strife,
And safeguard spirit in a world that breeds
Too little spirit for its daily needs.