From where the power to continue

in more days, more semblances?

Is truth then to be parried

with the instruments of time,

taunted with prematurities—

a future ever future?

Whose the power,

if man has power to proclaim,

‘Here is state, and this the rule,’

and there take stand, and that make master?

It is a borrowed power,

if not returned is taken away;

and the end, death,

as in a foreign country,

not as the fortunate bring travel home

to native recognition and embrace.