TO the stars through difficulties! Go, my soul, Straight on thy path of purpose ever higher; Retreat not from thy foes, man, beast, or fire. Fight through them! Fiercely fight thou to the goal Up that far road where constellations roll; God hath not set low limit to desire Nor stilled for thee the heavenly lute or lyre. Thou, thou! must blaze the steep trail of control. Burnish thy sword! Thy golden mail swing on, And with huge impulse burst thy racking bars. Wait not the titan tonic of the dawn, Lest it should find thee all too woe-begone; But forward now, while freshly bleed thy scars, And like a giant stride on to the stars. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONG, FR. ERNEST MALTRAVERS by EDWARD GEORGE EARLE LYTTON BULWER-LYTTON THE TWINS by HENRY SAMBROOKE LEIGH A LEGEND OF BREGENZ by ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER A CHRISTMAS HYMN by CECIL FRANCES ALEXANDER THE PROPHECY OF ST. ORAN by MATHILDE BLIND CORONATION ODE by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE AWAKENING by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 4. CHINA, A.D. 1900 by EDWARD CARPENTER |