The Crisis

This solemn hour God takes from out all Time —
Time that built up the mountains and the main,
And brought embattled empires down the plain,
And raised the cities seen in every clime —
This solemn hour God takes from out all Time,
Though Time with mightier issues pregnant be
Forevermore, and gives this hour to me,
Wherein to prove my manhood at the prime.

And I walk on, even to the martial voice
Of strong musicians that have faced the foe;
And with me stars and troops of angels go,
And God is watching, ready to rejoice. . . .
And I walk on ... to where the roads of Choice
Are broad and narrow ... shall I falter? ... No.
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