I LIKE those words that carry in their veins
The blood of lions.
“Liberty” is one,
and the heart leaps to the sun
When the thrilled note of “Courage!
Upon the sorely stricken will. No pains
Survive when “Life” and “Light,”
twin glories, run
From the quick page to
some poor soul undone,
And beggar by their glow all other gains.
splendidly does “Morning” flood our
How the word “Ocean”
drowns our paltry cares,
And drives a strong wind through our housed-up
While “Honor” lifts us to the mountain
the heaviest burden bears
As lightly as a tree a crimson leaf. [Page