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“Live dangerously.” No braver mandate yet, Nietzsche, nor charged with finer lightning ran Around the world. And true it is the man Who hath no menace in him, nor hath met A threatening Universe with counter-threat Is caitiff still. In those who lead the van The Headlong is the guide to each new plan, While lances leap, spears break, the ground is wet. One prayer I prayed: “Lord, if Thou hast discerned Within me ought of manliness, enroll Thy servant with the fighters, who have earned Their manhood’s charter where the thunders roll Over the field, that so I may have learned To taste this Element, and know my soul.”

HESEPE, 6th June