Each day another soldier in the van, Each day a new young worker in the fields, And every day more plenteous harvest-yields From human toil, to bless and not to ban -- A better world, upon a better plan. And, daily strengthening the arms he wields, And more disdainful of old shifts and shields, An ever nobler and diviner Man. But, oh, how few the saved, how small the gain, How poor the profit as against the cost, The waste of life potential, vast and fair, In soul unfructified and starveling brain, Of Power that might have been, and might be -- lost For want of common food and common air! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GENERAL WILLIAM BOOTH ENTERS INTO HEAVEN by NICHOLAS VACHEL LINDSAY THE TRANSFORMATION OF A TEXAS GIRL by JAMES BARTON ADAMS PRAYER IN THE TRENCHES by BRENT DOW ALLINSON CLEAR WEATHER by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN RETURN OF THE NATIVE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN AUTUMN MOOD by SELETHA A. BROWN |