Resolution

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Resolution

With but one life full certified,

And that of every gleam denied

My portion,

Close to the unrelenting sod,

E’en as my fathers dumbly trod,

I’ve slumbered;

But now a surging, wild unrest

Uproots the poppies from my breast,

My soul awake, erect! anew!

I stand and face the star-swept blue,

And swear to make my dreams come true!