…from the quills of the dead white poets
Walt Whitman (1819 – 1892)
Ever the undiscouraged, resolute, struggling soul of man;
(Have former armies fail’d? Then we send fresh armies – and fresh again;)
Ever grappled mystery of all earth’s ages old or new;
Ever the eager eyes, hurrahs, the welcome clapping hands, the loud applause;
Ever the soul dissatisfied, curious, unconvinced at last;
Struggling to-day the same – battling the same.