There Is Nothing Worse For

Whatever Day Makes Man A Slave, Takes Half His Worth Away.

O Friends, Be Men; So Act That None May Feel Ashamed To Meet The Eyes Of Other Men. Think Each One Of This Children And His Wife, His Home, His Parents, Living Yet And Dead. For Them, The Absent Ones, I Supplicate, And Bid You Rally Here, And Scorn To Fly.

And They Die An Equal Death — The Idler And The Man Of Mighty Deeds.

...like That Star Of The Waning Summer Who Beyond All Stars Rises Bathed In The Ocean Stream To Glitter In Brilliance.

There Is Nothing Worse For Mortals Than A Wandering Life.