IRON is in his blood. He lives to fight, To yield not, fear not, nor retreat; Give him the giant odds that mean defeat — He still fights on! Whatever he deems right He guards with the reserve-corps of his might; Swiftly he strikes. His triumphs are complete; He has no flag of truce. The foe must meet Him face to face, or safety find in flight. More men like him we need! Who dare to face The odds he craves, and give their very blood For sake of principle. The groping race Through such as he finds better brotherhood; There lives no foe that ever can erase The record of his battles for the good. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PROMETHEUS BOUND: PROMETHEUS by AESCHYLUS ALL HAIL TO THE CZAR! by ALFRED AUSTIN SELF-COMMUNING by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE SEA-PICTURES; FAR NIENTE by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 4. WHO BUT THE LOVER SHOULD KNOW by EDWARD CARPENTER ON THE PERFORMANCE OF THOMAS HARDY'S .. 'THE QUEEN OF CORNWALL' by JOHN DRINKWATER |