What I Aspired To Be

Mothers, Wives And Maids, These Be The Tools With Which Priests Manage Men.

One Who Never Turned His Back But Marched Breast Forward, Never Doubted Clouds Would Break, Never Dreamed, Though Right Were Worsted, Wrong Would Triumph, Held We Fall To Rise, Are Baffled To Fight Better, Sleep To Wake.

Day! Faster And More Fast. O'er Night's Brim, Day Boils At Last.

Graved Inside Of It, "italy".

I Do What Many Dream Of, All Their Lives