Through generation's span With surest feet I ran, And pressed my giant claim, And hid my power of name, Leaping from man to man. Silent, adventurous, sly, I seek the canopy Where weaklings crouch and croon, Or in the midnight moon With Lazarus I lie. Or, Dives lifting up His bravest, fullest cup, No matter where he stand, Behold me at his hand Unseen to lurk and sup. If strength have overshot My footsteps and forgot My ways, till the world seems To dream salubrious dreams, Yet sleep not, world, sleep not - For I shall rise in might, Baring my brow to sight, And men shall fear to see And know Heredity, And pale before the fight!