MATTHEW RICHEY KNIGHT
NO flame of war was he, no flower of grace,No star of wisdom; but a plain, bold man,More careful of the end than of the plan.No mystery was he afraid to face;No savage strategy, no furious storm,No stings of climate, no unthought disease:His master purpose would not bend to these,But saw, through all, achievement's towering form.He first beheld the gloomy Saguenay,And Stadacona's high, forbidding brow;His venturous vision too did first surveyFair Hochelaga, but not fair as now.St. Malo holds his dust, the world his fame,But his strong, dauntless soul 'tis ours to claim.
NO flame of war was he, no flower of grace,No star of wisdom; but a plain, bold man,More careful of the end than of the plan.No mystery was he afraid to face;No savage strategy, no furious storm,No stings of climate, no unthought disease:His master purpose would not bend to these,But saw, through all, achievement's towering form.He first beheld the gloomy Saguenay,And Stadacona's high, forbidding brow;His venturous vision too did first surveyFair Hochelaga, but not fair as now.St. Malo holds his dust, the world his fame,But his strong, dauntless soul 'tis ours to claim.
NO flame of war was he, no flower of grace,No star of wisdom; but a plain, bold man,More careful of the end than of the plan.No mystery was he afraid to face;No savage strategy, no furious storm,No stings of climate, no unthought disease:His master purpose would not bend to these,But saw, through all, achievement's towering form.
NO flame of war was he, no flower of grace,
No star of wisdom; but a plain, bold man,
More careful of the end than of the plan.
No mystery was he afraid to face;
No savage strategy, no furious storm,
No stings of climate, no unthought disease:
His master purpose would not bend to these,
But saw, through all, achievement's towering form.
He first beheld the gloomy Saguenay,And Stadacona's high, forbidding brow;His venturous vision too did first surveyFair Hochelaga, but not fair as now.St. Malo holds his dust, the world his fame,But his strong, dauntless soul 'tis ours to claim.
He first beheld the gloomy Saguenay,
And Stadacona's high, forbidding brow;
His venturous vision too did first survey
Fair Hochelaga, but not fair as now.
St. Malo holds his dust, the world his fame,
But his strong, dauntless soul 'tis ours to claim.