Who towered high o'er Chance and Fate,
Who bound your wound and eased your pain
And bade you rise and fight again.
And from some source you did not guess
Gushed a great tide of happiness—
A courage mightier than the sun—
You rose and fought, and fighting, won.
It was your own Self saving you,
Your Self no man has ever known,
Looking on flesh and blood alone;