Ayn Rand’s Birthday, Feb. 2, 2012

Your birthday, ‘bove all life-loved days
that we do praise most high,
Though lesser than those greater days
when you stood straight man’s “I”,
With cheering thoughts we celebrate,
with calm, proud words we sing,
The starting you who could not wait
to grasp your first known thing.

The honesty which you began,
and never once let go,
The hallmark of heroic man
that all your writings show,
We honor now, we honor you,
who self, nor man, let fall,
But, clearing ways to all that’s true,
heroic men did call.

We heard, still hear, love self and thee,
thou earthly woman high.
Thine whole great life, in memory,
from us shall not pass by!
Your birthday, ‘bove all life-loved days,
makes ageless youth our prize,
As fountainheads of our deep praise
reflect with joy your eyes!

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