I was leafing through a book of poetry today, and came across the following verse of an ode by Arthur O'Shaughnessy (the one that starts 'We are the music-makers'). I thought it fit my thoughts as I think about the inauguration of President Barack Obama tomorrow.
And therefore to-day is thrilling
With a past day's late fulfilling;
And the multitudes are enlisted
In the faith that their fathers resisted.
And, scorning the dream of to-morrow,
Are bringing to pass, as they may,
In the world, for its joy or its sorrow,
The dream that was scorned yesterday.