DESTINY knocked at the door— "O men of the wilderness, speak! Will you walk on the plain as of yore Or climb to the peak?" They replied—"Be the summit our goal, For the Curse lieth dead at our feet; Now free, body, spirit and soul, Men shall see us complete!" Came Destiny, flaming with wrath— "Is the Curse, then, so deep in its grave? The old world has straightened its path, But you—you enslave." Then they rose, hot with anger and shame; The land was ensanguined and torn; But out of the anguish and flame True freedom was born. Once again came the knock: came the call— "Lo, the Curse is incarnate at last, And Freedom must win or must fall! The die has been cast. "To her rescue, or yours is the loss, If you bide here alone on the height, And take not the fiery cross And join in the fight! "See, they suffer for what you avow: See, they die for your watchwords, your creed! Come down, lest your records tell how You failed Freedom in need!" They gazed from their peak with surprise At the nations at grips with the foe, That look of resolve in their eyes Which was theirs, long ago. With a throb of the heart for their kin, With a grasp of the hand for their friend, They cried: "Let us in, let us in! We are yours to the end! "Here stand we: naught else can we do! Take us, all that we have, all we are! We bide by the issue with you, And this is our war!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: OAKS TUTT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS A BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 1 by GAIUS VALERIUS CATULLUS AN IMITATION OF SPENCER by JOHN ARMSTRONG ANNIVERSARIUM BAPTISMI (2) by JOSEPH BEAUMONT HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 47 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH |