The Hearts Of The Great Can Be

I Detest The Man Who Hides On Thing In The Depths Of His Heart And Speaks Forth Another.

You, Why Are You So Afraid Of War And Slaughter? Even If All The Rest Of Us Drop And Die Around You, Grappling For The Ships, You’d Run No Risk Of Death: You Lack The Heart To Last It Out In Combat—coward!

Our Fruitless Labours Mourn, And Only Rich In Barren Fame Return.

Light Is The Task Where Many Share The Toil.

And When Long Years And Seasons Wheeling Brought Around That Point Of Time Ordained For Him To Make His Passage Homeward, Trials And Dangers, Even So, Attended Him Even In Ithaca, Near Those He Loved.