COME all who serve the city, all who serve The glorious golden city of our dream, With true heart-service that can never swerve, How faint soe'er the strength or far the gleam— Come sorrow proudly for our comrade passed Into the silence: one who served indeed In all things, even unto the least and last, Spending herself to meet the moment's need. Share memories of that strong, illumined face, Keen speech, and courage springing to the test, And all the fervor of the ancient race That finds its longed-for East in this young West. Be this the sum, the last word best of all: She built her life into the city wall. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE TRANSLATED WAY by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS TO THE VERS LIBRIST WHO USES ONLY THE MINOR KEY by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS ODE TO THE CONNECTICUT RIVER by JOSIAS LYNDON ARNOLD THE SUN IS DOWN by JOANNA BAILLIE PSALM 95 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE LOVE IN THE GUISE OF FRIENDSHIP by ROBERT BURNS |