STAND! the ground's your own, my braves! Will ye give it up to slaves? Will ye look for greener graves? Hope ye mercy still? What's the mercy despots feel? Hear it in that battle-peal! Read it on yon bristling steel! Ask it, -- ye who will. Fear ye foes who kill for hire? Will ye to your homes retire? Look behind you! -- they 're afire! And, before you, see Who have done it! From the vale On they come! -- and will ye quail? Leaden rain and iron hail Let their welcome be! In the God of battles trust! Die we may, -- and die we must: But, O, where can dust to dust Be consigned so well, As where heaven its dews shall shed On the marryred patriot's bed, And the rocks shall raise their head, Of his deeds to tell? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AN EPITAPH ON M.H. by CHARLES COTTON THE JEW TO JESUS by FLORENCE KIPER FRANK PENMAEN POOL by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS FOR DECORATION DAY: 1898-1899 by RUPERT HUGHES THE INDIAN'S WELCOME TO THE PILGRIM FATHERS by LYDIA HUNTLEY SIGOURNEY TO AMERICA, ON HER FIRST SONS FALLEN IN THE GREAT WAR by E. M. WALKER |