Now with the dust that bore him he is one, Silent, into earth's silent maw ye laid him. Dimmed is his light, as with the setting sun, He folds his steps unto the God who made him. When shall the weak stand and rejoice again To see his banner in the battle's light? When shall the humble hear his voice again Raised from the mountain of majestic right? O ye shall see that banner gleam again High o'er the ramparts of a nation's goal; O ye shall hear that voice redeem again The blood-stained conscience of a nation's soul. Rise ye that tremble 'mid such fearful moan, He stands anointed at Jehovah's throne. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE GOOD GREAT MAN by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE ODE FOR A SOCIAL MEETING, WITH SLIGHT ALTERATIONS BY A TEETOTALER by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES THE NIGHT COURT by RUTH COMFORT MITCHELL A PENNY'S WORTH OF POESY by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS THE TRANSFORMATION OF A TEXAS GIRL by JAMES BARTON ADAMS EPIGRAM by DECIMUS MAGNUS AUSONIUS THE POET by PHILIP JAMES BAILEY CLIO, NINE ECLOGUES IN HONOUR OF NINE VIRTUES: 3. OF CONTENTMENT by WILLIAM BASSE |