“You can but fall—suppose you try!
And, though you may not mount the sky,
You will not grovel in the mire.” 190
Hail, words of comfort! Now can I
Spurn earth, and to the air aspire.
XXV.
And this, before, might I have done
If I had courage—that is all.
’Tis easier now to soar than run;
Up! up!—we neither tire nor fall.