They have long life who do the will of God, They who, in youthful ardor, place their all At fearful hazard, glad to heed the call And tread the paths of old by heroes trod. At the world's cry for help, their feet they shod With winged sandals, sped to make a wall Of flame invincible. Even those who fall Are victors, though they lie beneath the sod. They live as long as freedom lives, as long As memories of sacrifice endure, As long as spirit, poetry, and song, As surely as God's sovereignty is sure. Their years, though but a score, as blind men see, Reach the far shores of immortality. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HOLY POEMS: 2 by GEORGE BARKER THE BROKEN FIELD by SARA TEASDALE SAINT TERESA'S BOOK-MARK by THERESA OF AVILA THREE FLOWERS by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH CONFLICT AND PEACE by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS DESERT by PATRICK JOHN MCALISTER ANDERSON THE BIRDS: THE HOOPOE'S CALL TO HIS WIFE PROCNE, THE NIGHTINGALE by ARISTOPHANES |