Renaissance
Labour with what zeal we will
Something still remains undone
Something uncompleted still
Waits the rising of the sun
By the bedside, on the stair
At the threshold, near the gate
With its menace or its prayer
Like a mendicant it waits
As Northern legends say
Omnia praeclara tam difficilia quam rara sunt
Virtus nobilitat
Omnia superat diligentia
Ducunt volentem fata, nolentem trahunt
Waits, and will not go away
Waits, and will not be gainsaid
By the cares of yesterday
Each to-day is heavier made
Till at length the burden seems
Greater than our strentgh can bear
Heavy as the weight of dreams
Pressing on us everywhere
As Northern legends say
Omnia praeclara tam difficilia quam rara sunt
Virtus nobilitat
Omnia superat diligentia
Ducunt volentem fata, nolentem trahunt
And we stand from day to day
Like the dwarfs of times gone by
Who, as Northern legends say
On their shoulders held the sky
Omnia praeclara tam difficilia quam rara sunt
Virtus nobilitat
Omnia superat diligentia
Ducunt volentem fata, nolentem trahunt
Renaissance
Man
Universale