That Which Men Hail As King

WOULD I might rouse the Cæsar in you all, (That which men hail as king, and bow them down) Till you are crowned, or you refuse the crown. Would I might wake the valor and the pride, The eagle soul with which he soared and died, Entering grandly then the fearful grave. God help us build the world, like master-men, God help us to be brave.