The Mighty Hundred Years

Abridged

It is the hour of man: new purposes,
Broad-shouldered, press against the world's slow gate;
And voices from the vast eternities
Still preach the soul's austere apostolate.

Always there will be vision for the heart,
The press of endless passion: every goal
A traveler's tavern, whence we must depart
On new divine adventures of the soul.
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