Would I might wake in you the whirl-wind
soul
Of Michelangelo, who hewed the stone
And Night and Day revealed, whose arm
alone
Could draw the face of God, the titan
high
Whose genius smote like lightning from
the sky
And shall he mold like dead leaves in
the grave?
Nay he is in us! Let us dare and
dare.
God help us to be brave.