Unsubdued

"An artist's career," said Whistler, "always begins to-morrow." So does the career of any man of courage and imagination. The Eden of such a man does not lie in yesterday. If he has done well, he forgets his achievements and dreams of the big deeds ahead. If he has been thwarted, he forgets his failures and looks forward to vast, sure successes. If fate itself opposes him, he defies it. Farragut's fleet was forcing an entrance into Mobile Bay. One of the vessels struck something, a terrific explosion followed, the vessel went down. "Torpedoes, sir." They scanned the face of the commander-in-chief. But Farragut did not hesitate. "Damn the torpedoes," said he. "Go ahead."

I have hoped, I have planned, I have striven,

    To the will I have added the deed;

  The best that was in me I've given,

    I have prayed, but the gods would not heed.

  I have dared and reached only disaster,

    I have battled and broken my lance;

  I am bruised by a pitiless master

    That the weak and the timid call Chance.

  I am old, I am bent, I am cheated

    Of all that Youth urged me to win;

  But name me not with the defeated,

    To-morrow again, I begin.

By S.E. Kiser.

From "Poems That Have Helped Me."