Suggestion for a soundtrack:
ANTHERO DE QUENTAL
“To a Poet”
Calm spirit, that beneath the cedar-tree
Bent down with years, art resting, slumber-swayed,
E’en as a Levite in the altar’s shade,
Far from the noisy strife of earth and free.
Awake ! ’tis time ! The sun in majesty
Has put to flight the ghosts, the spectres laid,
And a new world waits but the signal made
To rise from out the bosom of the sea.
List thou ! for ’tis the people’s clamouring !
And they who rise, thy brethren ! Lo they sing
A battle-song, and give the alarm afar !
Up, soldier of the Future, rise at last,
And from the rays that purest dreams have cast,
Thou dreamer, forge thyself a sword for war !