AH, Douglass, we have fall'n on evil days, Such days as thou, not even thou didst know, When thee, the eyes of that harsh long ago Saw, salient, at the cross of devious ways, And all the country heard thee with amaze. Not ended then, the passionate ebb and flow, The awful tide that battled to and fro; We ride amid a tempest of dispraise. Now, when the waves of swift dissension swarm, And Honor, the strong pilot, lieth stark, Oh, for thy voice high-sounding o'er the storm, For thy strong arm to guide the shivering bark, The blast-defying power of thy form, To give us comfort through the lonely dark. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MAKING OF MAN by JOHN WHITE CHADWICK A PROPHECY by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR THE SOWER AND HIS SEED by WILLIAM EDWARD HARTPOLE LECKY MY LIFE by HENRY DAVID THOREAU FOR THE YOUNGEST by CHARLES WESLEY SPANISH WINGS: A LEAF FROM A LOG BOOK by H. BABCOCK |