I bathe in the wind and the warm sunbeams,
And drink of the light of the blue.
I am strong, I am wise; there is fire in my eyes;
My thews are of marble and blood;
I am that that I am, whate’er may arise;
I am Might, I am Man, I am God.
The Philosopher
Still weary, I wake to watch the dawn break,
Victorious o’er all unawares;
For wisdom is born ’twixt the night and the morn