(@3"When we were angry, and young and happy."@1 CHESTERTON) They are the smashers of harsh traditions, They are the breakers of idols vain, The angry men with a raging mission, With furious heart and with seething brain. For their souls are thrilled with a splendid ire At Mammon throned and at Man cast down, And their eyes are baleful with angry fire And they wear their rage as a flaming crown! They cannot view with a calm quiescent The sight of ancient established wrongs, They fight with a wrath that is incandescent, And march to the battle with angry songs! They do not hate in a half-way fashion The mercenaries of craft and greed, But wield their weapons in righteous passion— Crusaders come of a fighting breed. Oh, it is a clean white rage which quickens The struggle upward to better things, They are joyously mad when the conflict thickens, Their anger giveth their spirit wings; Theirs is the wrath that at last shall leaven The soul of man till it breaks the clod, A glorious fury straight from heaven, A thunderbolt from the hand of God! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SOLSEQUIUM by ALEXANDER MONTGOMERIE HONEY DRIPPING FROM THE COMB by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY EPIGRAM by FRANCOIS GUILLAUME JEAN STANISLAS ANDRIEUX THE HERITAGE FOREGONE by WILLIAM ROSE BENET TWO KINDS OF RICHES by WILLIAM BLAKE |