So nigh is grandeur

In an age of fops and toys,
Wanting wisdom, void of right,
Who shall nerve heroic boys
To hazard all in Freedom's fight,
 Break sharply off their jolly games, 
Forsake their comrades gay
And quit proud homes and youthful dames
 For famine, toil and fray?
 Yet on the nimble air benign
Speed nimbler messages,
That waft the breath of grace divine
To hearts in sloth and ease.
So nigh is grandeur to our dust,
So near is God to man,
When Duty whispers low, Thou must
The youth replies, I can.

Ralph Waldo Emerson