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Nor shall he fail
To blaze his own brave trail
Along the beaten track,
Make of the old a newer way
Of stouter clay
For others at his back.
To blaze his own brave trail
Along the beaten track,
Make of the old a newer way
Of stouter clay
For others at his back.
He is the pioneer who climbs,
Who dares to climb
His own high heart,
Although he fall
A thousand times;
Who dares to crawl
On honest hands and knees
Along its stony ecstasies
Up to the utmost snows:
Nor knows
He stands on these!
Who dares to climb
His own high heart,
Although he fall
A thousand times;
Who dares to crawl
On honest hands and knees
Along its stony ecstasies
Up to the utmost snows:
Nor knows
He stands on these!
Who is the pioneer?
I say he is the follower here,
Dogged and undeterred,
Perhaps the last
Of all who passed.
I say he is the follower here,
Dogged and undeterred,
Perhaps the last
Of all who passed.
He passes too,
The wingless one, the heavy bird,
Limping along—
The wingless one, the heavy bird,
Limping along—
Ah, but his song,
His song!
His song!
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