HEREDITY
I WILL live my life as it has been planned,
No good comes ever of idle fret;
I will look each day in the face, clear-eyed,
With silent lips and a cheek unwet.
No good comes ever of idle fret;
I will look each day in the face, clear-eyed,
With silent lips and a cheek unwet.
I will eat of the Dead Sea fruit of grief
And give no sign of its bitter tang;
I will tread, blind-fold, the hot plough-shares,
Hearing the song that the martyrs sang.
And give no sign of its bitter tang;
I will tread, blind-fold, the hot plough-shares,
Hearing the song that the martyrs sang.
I will drink, athirst and whelmed with woe,
The brine of tears naught could appease—
Yea, undismayed I will drain the draught
And break the cup at the bitter lees.
The brine of tears naught could appease—
Yea, undismayed I will drain the draught
And break the cup at the bitter lees.
I will bear my cross up Calvary's mount
Where Sorrow sits with barbs and scars,
But the summit gained, I will lift mine eyes
Beyond the cross to the steadfast stars.
Where Sorrow sits with barbs and scars,
But the summit gained, I will lift mine eyes
Beyond the cross to the steadfast stars.
And this I will do through a pride of race,
For clean red blood with its instincts high;
Who whimpers and grovels 'neath whips of fate
Shames the heritage proud of ancestry.
For clean red blood with its instincts high;
Who whimpers and grovels 'neath whips of fate
Shames the heritage proud of ancestry.
For the crucial test of a man is pain
Of body or soul, which e'er it be;
The coward's brood quails, but he who is sired
Of faith and courage fights valiantly.
Of body or soul, which e'er it be;
The coward's brood quails, but he who is sired
Of faith and courage fights valiantly.