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Theodore Roosevelt (1858–1919). The Strenuous Life. 1900.
Epigrams
HOW dull it is to pause, to make an end,To rust unburnish’d, not to shine in use!As tho’ to breathe were life. Life piled on lifeWere all too little, and of one to meLittle remains: but every hour is savedFrom that eternal silence, something more,A bringer of new things; and vile it wereFor some three suns to store and hoard myself,And this gray spirit yearning in desireTo follow knowledge like a sinking star,Beyond the utmost bound of human thought.… My mariners,Souls that have toil’d, and wrought, and thought with me—That ever with a frolic welcome tookThe thunder and the sunshine, and opposedFree hearts, free foreheads—you and I are old;Old age hath yet his honor and his toil;Death closes all: but something ere the end,Some work of noble note, may yet be done,—
………Push off, and sitting well in order smiteThe sounding furrows; for my purpose holdsTo sail beyond the sunset, and the bathsOf all the western stars, until I die.TENNYSON’S ”ULYSSES.”
JA! diesem Sinne bin ich ganz ergeben,Dass ist der Weisheit letzter Schluss;Nur der verdient sich Freiheit wie das Leben,Der täglich sic erobern muss.Und so verbringt, umrungen von Gefahr,Hier Kindheit, Mann und Greis sein tüchtig Jahr.Solch’ ein Gewimmel möcht’ ich sehn,Auf freiem Grund mit freiem Volke stehn.GOETHE’S ”FAUST.”
EXECUTIVE MANSION, ALBANY, N. Y.,
September, 1900.