Alone, With the divine sculptor, Whose unerring chisel, Rounds off the uneven curves and awkward corners Of our erring nature, The heroic statue Is wrought out of roughest marble! So, the good man Is moulded out of his very faults! Thus the great master hand With divine precision Measured the breadth and depth and height Of Sumner! To fill with honor and credit The royal shrine; The grand and noble niche prepared for him In heaven, And in the stirring history Of the world! There are men So utterly narrow-minded, So wanting in moral vertebræ And grand human nature, that they are never greatly Tempted! Satan, With discriminating acumen, seeks higher Prey than these! They are all too flimsy, weak, and crude For his purposes! But, Upon the men of moral breadth, of depths Of human pity; Of height of divine abiding! Some prince Of the sons of the earth, Whom God has chosen For some great epoch in our history, The whole artillery of hell Is brought to bear! Men Tried and trusted of God! Fitted to go down to the arena, "To fight the great fight," from the going down To the rising of the sun! Struggling with some deadly temptation that has Locked him In its sinewy embrace; Or taking some wild passion By the throat, And strangling it out of existence. These, The large-hearted, square-headed, high minded, Men of history, Are his best stock in trade! To these temptation comes! _and if they fall_, He lashes them to his chariot wheels, And carries them in triumph Into hell!