A Bold Man

 F EAR ?
I know not Fear. It is a ghost that haunts
The timid heart. 'Tis a dream, which waking men
Should scorn and put aside. A girl—a child—
A thing that was a man,—(but now is grown
A shaking palsy, winter-white with age)—
These may bow down to Fear: but I am— MAN
The image of the Gods who know not fear,—
Far from the cradle, farther from the grave!
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