Why comes temptation but for man to meet And master and make crouch beneath his foot, And so be pedestaled in triumph?

Why comes temptation but for man to meet/ And master and make crouch beneath his foot, / And so be pedestaled in triumph?

Why comes temptation but for man to meet And master and make crouch beneath his foot, And so be pedestaled in triumph?

Ah, but a man's reach should exceed his grasp, Or what's a heaven for?

What's a man's age? He must hurry more, that's all; Cram in a day, what his youth took a year to hold.

One who never turned his back but marched breast forward, never doubted clouds would break, Never dreamed, though right were worsted, wrong would triumph, Held we fall to rise, are baffled to fight better, sleep to wake.