Authority, love, shelter,—all of these,
Yielding like straws in tempest to the brunt
Of Time’s fierce wind, have left us in the front.
’Tis we who are the stalwart leaders now
(Or seem so to the little ones behind),
The tireless marchers whom the gods endow
With the keen vision, the all-judging mind,
The will, which questions not of why or how,
But rules and dominates all lesser fates,
Regardless of their puny loves or hates!