Rage on, dear ones, to the end,
til’ bones and heart and soul clank
hard, roar loud at Gravesend!

Unleash yourself, make your play,
dance, prance—yack at the storm.
Race headlong in. Abuse the fray.

Do not be gentle with the Fates,
not soft or feckless, or alarmed
if you throw seven to their eight.

Sprint past what you have not.
Blind men have more than sight,
who rage on with what they’ve got.

Rage on, dear ones, in each new sun.
The hours watch, beg, and bet you on
as Gods descend to judge who’s won.

Today’s your day, the next a dream.
Now is where the magic’s made,
tomorrow—fickle Future’s scheme.

Be brave and bold, denounce your fear.
Mark the prize and then press on.
If you look back, you’ll still be here.

Rage on dear ones, with all your heart.
Your race is on, the time is short,
the bell has tolled, it’s time to start!