There is no such thing as unfortunate genius. If a man or woman is fit for work, God appoints there field. He lures, and incites, and thrusts greatness upon men, They will not take the gift. Neglect is but the fiat to an undying future. The weak man or woman who stoops to whine over neglect, and poverty, and the snarls of the world, gives the sign of his or her own littleness.
Genius is power.
The eternal power that can silence worlds with its voice, and battle to the death ten thousand armed Hercules. Its broad folds of sunshine will wave over the turret and dome, and over the thunder of oceans on to eternity. Make way for this banner of flame, That stream from the mast-head of ages unfurled, And inscribed by the deathless in name.