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THE UNCONQUERED AIR: 2 by FLORENCE EARLE COATES

First Line: IMPREGNABLE I HELD MYSELF, SECURE
Last Line: MAY DRIVE APOLLO'S STEEDS, OR WIELD THE THUNDERBOLT!

Impregnable I held myself, secure
Against intrusion. Who can measure Man?
How should I guess his mortal will outran
Defeat so far that danger could allure
For its own sake? -- that he would all endure,
All sacrifice, all suffer, rather than
Forego the daring dreams Olympian
That prophesy to him of victory sure?

Ah, tameless courage! -- dominating power
That, all attempting, in a deathless hour
Made earth-born Titans godlike, in revolt! --
Fear is the fire that melts Icarian wings:
Who fears nor Fate, nor Time, nor what Time brings,
May drive Apollo's steeds, or wield the thunderbolt!





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