Their gaze uplifting from shoals of despair Like phantoms groping enswathed from the light Up from miasmic depths, children of night, Surge to the piping of Hope's dulcet lay, Souled like the lily, whose splendors declare God's mazèd paradox—purged of all blight, Out from the quagmire, unsullied and fair. Life holds her arms o'er the festering way, Smiles, as their faith-sandalled rushes prevail, Slowly the sun rides the marge of the day, Wine to the lips sorely anguished and pale; On, ever on, do the serried ranks sway Charging the ultimate, rending the veil. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE BEING AS MEMORY by HAYDEN CARRUTH TO THE POOR by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THAT SUCH HAVE DIED by EMILY DICKINSON SONNET: WRITTEN ON THE DAY THAT MR. LEIGH HUNT LEFT PRISON by JOHN KEATS SONNET: 'EVEN THIS WILL PASS AWAY' by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE SICK KING IN BOKHARA by MATTHEW ARNOLD |