Rise, glorious Conqueror! rise Into Thy native skies-- Assume Thy right; And where, in many a fold, The clouds are backward rolled, Pass through those gates of gold, And reign in light! Victor o'er death and hell, Cherubic legions swell The radiant train; Praises all heaven inspire; Each angel sweeps his lyre, And waves his wings of fire-- Thou Lamb once slain! Saviour triumphant, hail! And let Thy name prevail From age to age: Lord of the rolling years, Claim for Thine own the spheres; For Thou hast bought with tears Thy heritage. Yet who are these behind, In numbers more than mind Can count or say, Clothed in immortal stoles, Illumining the poles, A galaxy of souls In white array? And then was heard afar Star answering to star: "Lo! these have come-- Followers of Him who gave His life their lives to save; And now their palms they wave, Brought safely home." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GEORGE CRABBE by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON PRAYER TO THE VIRGIN OF CHARTRES by HENRY BROOKS ADAMS THE RUNNER WITH THE LOTS by LEONIE ADAMS THE INTRODUCTION by AL-DHAHABI FEAR AND LOVE by EGMONT HEGEL ARENS EDITH CAVELL by LAURENCE BINYON OBSERVATIONS IN THE ART OF ENGLISH POESY: 27 by THOMAS CAMPION MARI MAGNO; OR TALES ON BOARD: THE MATE'S STORY by ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH |