I am the master of my fate: I am the captain of my soul. - William Ernest Henley

All over the world, the nation, in a dream
Of money and love and sport, hangs at the paps
Of well-being, and so
Goes fattening, mellowing, dozing, rotting down
Into a rich deliquium of decay.

Think on the shame of dreams for deeds,
The scandal of unnatural strife,
The slur upon immortal needs,
The treason done to life: Arise! no more a living lie,
And with me quicken and control
Some memory that shall magnify
The universal Soul.

We are the Choice of the Will: God, when He gave the word
That called us into line, set in our hand a sword; Set us a sword to wield none else could lift and draw,
And bade us forth to the sound of the trumpet of the Law.