Classic Poem

It was a noble Roman.
In Rome's imperial day,
Who heard a coward croaker
Before the battle say —
" They're safe in such a fortress;
There is no way to shake it " —
" On, ou! " exclaimed the hero,
" I' LL FIND A WAY , OR MAKE IT ! "

Is Fame your aspiration?
Her path is steep and high;
In vain he seeks the temple,
Content to gaze and sigh;
The crowded town is waiting,
But he alone can take it
Who says, with " S OUTHERN FIRMNESS . "
" I' LL FIND A WAY , OR MAKE IT ! "

Is G LORY your ambition?
There is no royal road;
Alike we all must labor.
Must climb to her abode;
Who feels the thirst for glory ,
In Helicon may slake it,
If he has but the " S OUTHERN WILL , "
" To FIND A WAY , OR MAKE IT ! "

Is Sumter worth the getting?
It must be bravely sought;
With wishing and with fretting
The boon cannot be bought;
To all the prize is open,
But only he can take it
Who says, with " S OUTHERN COURAGE , "
" I' LL FIND A WAY , OR MAKE IT ! "

In all impassioned warfare,
The tale has ever been,
That victory crowns the valiant,
The brave are they who win.
Though strong is " Sumter Fortress , "
A H ERO still may take it,
Who says, with " S OUTHERN DARING , "
" I' LL FIND A WAY , OR MAKE IT ! "