A Sword! A Sword!

A sword! A sword! Ah, give me a sword!
       For the world is all to win.
Though the way be hard and the door be barred,
      The strong man enters in.
If Chance and Fate still hold the gate,
       Give me the iron key,
And turret high my plume shall fly,
       Or you may weep for me!

 A horse! A horse! Ah, give me a horse!
       To bear me out afar,
Where blackest need and grimmest deed
       And sweetest perils are.
Hold though my ways from glutted days
       Where poisoned leisure lies,
And point the path of tears and wrath
       Which mounts to high enterprise!

A heart! A heart! Ah, give me a heart
       To rise to circumstance!
Serene and high and bold to try
       The hazard of the chance,
With strength to wait, but fixed as fate
       To plan and dare and do,
The peer of all, and only thrall,
       Sweet lady mine, to you!

                       -Arthur Conan Doyle, "Sir Nigel"