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I have a longing for a larger life:A haunting sense of restlessness is mine:
I long to wage some world-convulsing strife;
To weave the tissue of some vast design:—
I long to do some strong heroic deed;
To right with flashing sword some cruel wrong;
To give to men some soul-redeeming creed;
To blow some mighty trumpet-blast of song.
Hence, vain desires! Or are ye wholly vain?
Let others write their names on History's page:
Grace be to love! mine is a higher plane,
A wider battle-ground, a grander stage;—
For when with Fate I wrestle for love's sake,
God's kingdom—lost or ransomed—is my stake.
The Triumph of Love | ||