A correspondent on the Al Stewart mailing list asked for suggestions for a poem to use as part of his son's Eagle Scout ceremony. I suggested my favourite lines from Walt Whitman:
This day before dawn I ascended a hill, and look'd at
the crowded heaven,
And I said to my Spirit, When we become the enfolders
of those orbs, and the pleasure and knowledge of
everything in them, shall we be fill'd and satisfied
then?
And my Spirit said, No, we but level that lift, to pass and
continue beyond .
[Leaves of Grass, 1871-72 edition, page 322]
Posted by geoff2 at June 11, 2004 11:14 AMA nice alternative was "Jim" by Hillaire Belloc - http://sniff.numachi.com/~rickheit/dtrad/pages/tiJIMLION.html