At Some Such Appointed Hour
Deeply immersed in dispassionate thought,
Of that moment which comes but once amidst
The whirling storm, daring Hannibal fixed
His eagle eye upon the chance and caught
The glory old Gods didst offer unto him;
He who kept his head whilst all others failed
Has known that instant demand from within:-
Fury borrows frenzy as needs avails.
Should all men, at some such appointed hour,
Find themselves at their own fast closing
Then bravely toss the dice and chance
For what worth mere chance if not empowered?
Better die as Hector dragged by the heels --
To be borne back homewards laid on
Copyright © john fleming | Year Posted 2020
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