Although his numerator be but one,
With unity divided up so fine
That thousands range themselves beneath the line—
Ay, one so insignificantly small
That quick accountants count him not at all—
Is better far, and vastly nobler, too,
Than some great swelling cipher among men,
Naught of itself, and nothing else to do
Except to help some little one count ten!
Let us e'en strike, with courage true endowed,