No Danger To Men Desperate.

Despair takes heart, when there's no hope to speed:
The coward then takes arms and does the deed.

Man must do well out of a good intent;
Not for the servile fear of punishment.

The men who camp with Danger
Are mostly quiet men:
And one may use a rifle,
And one may use a pen,
And one may strap a camera
In deserts to his bike;
But men who sleep with Danger
Are pretty much alike.
To men in places pleasant
Or in the barren West
There’s Danger ever present,
A half unheeded guest.
But, thoughtful for the stranger,
The timid or the weak,
The men who camp with Danger
Keep watch but do not speak.
The men who go with Danger
Are mostly dreamy-eyed
Upon the swooping fo’c’sle.
Or by the camp-fire side,
And when they sit in darkness,
To show us where they are:
The glowing of a pipe-bowl
And often a cigar
The men who camp with Danger
Have quiet humour too,
And songs that you’ve forgotten,
And r...

'Tis not the walls or purple that defends
A prince from foes, but 'tis his fort of friends.

Love is maintain'd by wealth; when all is spent,
Adversity then breeds the discontent.

As oft as night is banish'd by the morn,
So oft we'll think we see a king new born.