With nations as with individuals.
Each has some moments, which, if wisely used.
Will seize their barks as by an under-tow,
And lift them on the billows of success.
And though I have no reason to advance
Than what I feel within my bosom's shrine,
A holy voice,—I take it,—given by God,
I pray thee, Chief,—I pray ye, gentlemen,
Not to foreclose an opportunity
Which missed may nevermore again return.
We must attack the enemy to-day.
This very hour, or lose our chance forever.
Houston.
What is with thee? I never heard thee speak
So deep-mysteriously, so strange-perversely.
Burleson.
The more a ground why thou shouldst not reject
This time my counsel, weird as it may seem.
Houston.
Where highest wisdom must decide a deed.
Thou wouldst decline her guidance and advice?
Burleson.
'T is better, when a spirit shows the way.
Relieving us from scanning Wisdom's scruples.
Houston.
Our plainest acts are ruled by common-sense
And in this crisis we should waive its conduct?
