The Never-ending Flight Of Future

Sufficient To Have Stood, Though Free To Fall.

Lifted Up So High I Disdained Subjection, And Thought One Step Higher Would Set Me Highest.

The Virtuous Mind That Ever Walks Attended By A Strong Siding Champion, Conscience.

How Often From The Steep Of Echoing Hill Or Thicket Have We Heard Celestial Voices To The Midnight Air, Sole, Or Responsive Each To Other's Note, Singing Their Great Creator?

Which, If Not Victory, Is Yet Revenge.