I AM the one whose blood has run through all the races' veins, My soul has slept, my strength has swept on every nation's plains, No man am I born here to die; with Man I did not fall; I am the Face which leads the Race, I am the soul of All. In every age with fiery rage I've flung the battle sign, The ancient foe — too well they know that victory is mine. The foes of men must fight again and ever more with me, Till stars shall fade and life abrade, and salt shall leave the sea. I gave the word which prophets heard that conquered space and time, I am the Will which yet shall fill the world with Freedom's chime; I am the dreams, the sentient gleams that point the perfect goal, From senseless clod I rise to God, I am the Races' Soul. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BATTLE OF THE KEGS by FRANCIS HOPKINSON PETER QUINCE AT THE CLAVIER by WALLACE STEVENS THE TENT ON THE BEACH: 11. ABRAHAM DAVENPORT by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER WHY DRINK WINE by HENRY ALDRICH PRAYER by ANTON ALEXANDER VON AUERSPERG SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 43. ONE CHANCE by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) SOLDIERS OF FREEDOM by KATHARINE LEE BATES HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 42 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH THREE MINUS ONE (REFRAIN SUGGESTED BY DR. RICHARD HOFFMAN) by BERTON BRALEY |