And meditations like the planets sink,
The sun of Action rushes from the brink.
Stand not for ever in the towers of Thought
To watch the watery dawning waste to nought
The distant stars deluding darkness brought.
Not timorous weak persuasion, but the brand
Of Action—not discussion, but command—
Can rouse the ranks of God and storm the land,
Where men who know the day still doze again;
Not walls of dust can dam th’ outrageous main,