Classic Poem

We must be heroes! Earth's old rivers flow,
But earth's religions comfort us no more,
And the old faith that looked so far of yore,
Lies, with all temples, bare to wind and snow;
But standing at our fathers' graves we know
(And this is much) that, spite of waste and war,
'Twere to deny our being to give o'er:
We shall be heroes! And for strength we go

(Will you not go?) out to the mountains! — Still,
Though we have glossed anew the psalmist's verse,
Our help shall come from out the ancient hill,
And we shall promise largely and fulfill,
Feeling, as heroes, our unconquered will,
Part of the epic of the universe!