INSPIRATION
Proudchild of fortune, smile on thy better hope!Let not thine arm swerve from thy great desire!Stand not abashed, nor fear the tow’ring steepWhich thou wouldst climb, but bend thy will—That magic wand of every earthly deed,The power that peopleth worlds and raiseth thrones—And upwards mount. Thou hast thy heart’s want now,If thou but claim’st it!
Proudchild of fortune, smile on thy better hope!Let not thine arm swerve from thy great desire!Stand not abashed, nor fear the tow’ring steepWhich thou wouldst climb, but bend thy will—That magic wand of every earthly deed,The power that peopleth worlds and raiseth thrones—And upwards mount. Thou hast thy heart’s want now,If thou but claim’st it!
Proudchild of fortune, smile on thy better hope!
Let not thine arm swerve from thy great desire!
Stand not abashed, nor fear the tow’ring steep
Which thou wouldst climb, but bend thy will—
That magic wand of every earthly deed,
The power that peopleth worlds and raiseth thrones—
And upwards mount. Thou hast thy heart’s want now,
If thou but claim’st it!