When Hercules turns ash on Œta's top.
'T is the transition-stage, the tug and strain.
That strike men: standing still is stupid-like,
My pressure was too constant on the whole
For any part's eruption into space
'Mid sparkles, crackling, and much praise of me.
I saw that, in the ordinary life,
Many of the little make a mass of men
Important beyond greatness here and there;
As certainly as, in life exceptional,