Arise, go forth, and conquer as of old.
A doubtful throne is ice on summer seas.
Men, my brothers, men the workers, ever reaping something new, That which they have done but earnest of the things which they shall do.
What rights are those that dare not resist for them?
Oh yet we trust that somehow good will be the final goal of ill!
You may tell me that my hand and foot are only imaginary symbols of my existence. I could believe you, but you never, never can convince me that the I is not an eternal reality, and that the spiritual is not the true and real part of me.