Astraea

I came across a bit of poetry by Emerson that is apropos to the times we find ourselves in:

Each the herald is who wrote

His rank, and quartered his own coat.

There is no king nor sovereign state

That can fix a hero’s rate;

Each to all is venerable,

Cap-a-pie invulnerable,

Until he write, where all eyes rest,

Slave or master on his breast.