O Monstrous, Dead, Unprofitable World, That Thou Canst Hear, And Hearing, Hold Thy Way. A Voice Oracular Hath Peal'D To-Day, To-Day A Hero'S Banner Is Unfurl'D. Hast Thou No Lip For Welcome?' So I Said. Man After Man, The World Smil'D And Pass'D By: A Smile Of Wistful Incredulity As Though One Spike Of Noise Unto The Dead: Scornful, And Strange, And Sorrowful; And Full Of Bitter Knowledge. Yet The Will Is Free: Strong Is The Soul, And Wise, And Beautiful: The Seeds Of Godlike Power Are In Us Still: Gods Are We, Bards, Saints, Heroes, If We Will. Dumb Judges, Answer, Truth Or Mockery