Daniel Ryan Doud ... Stand Up

Your spirit, high and bold,
        Scorning all tamer joys, will have it so!
              No cold
        Can chill its ardor! Such a soul would sate
      Its deathless craving in some lofty flight,
        Some deed sublime, and read its shining fate
      By the Aurora's light!
        For fruitful fellowship, it seeks the wild,
      The frozen waste,
        Where the world's venturous heroes--reconciled
      To sunless, shuddering gloom--
        To joyless solitude--with ardor taste
      Their dread delights! and so at last find room,
      'Mid nodding icebergs, for their watery tomb!

        For this, we spare you,
      O dauntless HALL! Once having breathed that air
        So pure, so fresh, so rare!
      And caught the wildness of the Esquimaux,
        We declare you
      Unfit to live where beans and lettuce grow!
        Leave delving to the little pitiful mole,
        Great soul!
        And now, then, for the Pole!