As long as vigorous discontent
Goads us from torpid ease, or worse,
I thank the power that sent
Struggle, the savior of the universe.
As long as things are torn and hurled
In this implacable unrest,
I shall embrace the world
With joyful fierceness and undying zest.
I shall grow strong with every hurt;
The scorn, the anger will achieve
Only a glad, alert
Desire to question boldly—and believe.
My eager faith shall keep me set
Against despair or careless hate,
Knowing this smoke and sweat
Is forging something violent—and great!