Greatness is effect far
more than cause.
Each hero is the servant of his fate,
On whom is laid the sacrificial
Reserved for those who would heed higher
Given peace, I would have shunned
Electing to remain a farmer, great
With long-gestating plans for my
A much-loved labor lost to much-loathed
So was I the father of a nation,
Having given over life and love,
Instrument of some far greater hand,
Not by choice but of necessity.
Glory was the means by which to
The myth that would a king's
Only I would do, and that demand
Narrowed, deepened, scoured, chastened
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