Not the pilot

…from the quills of the dead white poets

Walt Whitman (1819 – 1892)

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Not the pilot has charged himself to bring his ship into port,

though beaten back and many time baffled;

Not the pathfinder penetrating inland weary and long,

By deserts parch’d, snows chill’d, rivers wet, perseveres

till he reaches his destination,

More than I have charged myself, heeded or unheeded,

to compose a march for these States,

For a battle-call, rousing to arms if need be, years, centuries hence.

About Paul Jacko

Jacko was born in Czechoslovakia not long before the communist putsch in February 1948. He studied industrial chemistry there and left in 1969 for Australia, where he became a lawyer and established his own practice. He has now retired and beside hunting, fishing, camping, prospecting and playing golf he amuses himself by writing.
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