Let the skilled fingers strum the silent harp;
The proven voice ring out to batter down
The blinding walls ... Let man, too long the clown,
Cease now his foolish mimicries, and leap
To learn new patterns from the stars, to build
A nest for eagles--not for the timorous dove--
Men lion-couraged--not the rabbit-willed--
Strong men whose passion is the strength of love:
The voice that thunders for the Mighty One;
The thought that lightning-swift will stay the hearse;
The arm to build the shattered universe,
Will blazon PEACE upon the rising sun.
Trenches were strewn with sons too long caressed--
Birth MEN OF FLAME within your eagle nest!
