"Oh, Death, where is thy victory?" This plot Marked firm by wagon rim speaks proudly here: Observe this resting place of pioneer. For right to worship as she chose, her lot She cast with those who marked an epoch great, Out west, where freedom with their lives could mate; Made history in blood to seek their God, And fell, like her, a parcel of the sod. And when the great steel monster hewed its line Across the mountainous range and desert drear, Directly where warm rains and bright sunshine Caressed the snow from lonely grave each year, Great minds debated ... gave her "right-of-way." She sanctified the spot there where she lay. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SOUND OF THE TREES by ROBERT FROST HIS RETURN TO LONDON by ROBERT HERRICK SUMMER SUN by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON MANSONG: CHORAL by MARCUS ADENEY MY LITTLE CAPE COD MAIDEN by KATHERINE FINNIGAN ANDERSON GROWING OLD by KARLE WILSON BAKER SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 37. NAPOLEON AT ST. HELENA by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |