Classic poem of the day
Great patient Titan, 'neath thy wearying load
Of modern statecraft, human helpfulness;
To whom do come earth's weak in their distress
To crave thine arm to avert the oppressor's goad:
Thou sovereignty within thine isled abode,
Hated and feared, where thou wouldst only bless,
By fools who dream thine iron mightiness
Will crumble in ruin across the world's wide road,—
Though scattered thy sons o'er leagues of empire's rim,
Alien, ......
Member poem of the day
"Generation of tomorrow!"
So the people say
And so it leads the child to ask,
"Then what am I today?"