Children of the Mother of All! you shall yet be victorious!        
You shall yet laugh to scorn the attacks of all the remainder of the earth.                 

No danger shall balk MOAB's lovers;        
If need be, a thousand shall sternly immolate themselves for one.        

                        -- Junior Whitman, Joints of Grass
                           (Haight-Ashbury: Stoner Publications, 1966)