Classic Poem

Now , if aught be true, then this holds true —
The man who dares is a Flame:
Setting the blood in our veins afire,
Lighting the blaze of the Great Desire —
Burning his way to Fame.
Yet the man who keeps the ground he wins,
Though his words be calm and his pace be slow —
The man who sees that the Jest begins
Where the Tragedy ends — he is good to know —
Few are there better than he to know!

The man who dares cuts a furrow wide:
He sows on a broad-cast scale
And cradles the crops on the uplands high,
Where others may note him, against the sky —
But what of the grain in the vale?
He knows no law but his own, self-made,
That daily he bends to his feverish will, —
A meteor flashing past worlds more staid,
— But the North Star guides the mariner still —
Steadfast and true it guides men still!

The meteor-man is ever blind
To aught but his will to win.
Through the choking smother of battle-mist
He glimpses the world — but it's all a-twist
And wallowing deep in sin!

While a little way off, with courage calm
The other fights on, in his quieter way,
Steadfast his brain and strong is his arm
At finish as well as start of the fray —
And he holds all he wins in the fray!