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That pale word ‘Neutral' sits becomingly / On lips of weaklings. But the men whose brains / Find fuel in their blood, the men whose minds / Hold sympathetic converse with their hearts, / Such men are never neutral. That word stands / Unsexed and impotent in Realms of Speech.
When mighty problems face a startled world / No virile man is neutral. Right or wrong / His thoughts go forth, assertive, unafraid / To stand by his convictions, and to do / Their part in shaping issues to an end. / Silence may guard the door of useless words, / At dictate of Discretion; but to stand / Without opinions in a world which needs / Constructive thinking, is a coward's part.