WE ARE LIVING, we are dwelling, In a grand and awful time, In an age on ages telling To be living is sublime. Hark! the waking up of nations, Gog and Magog to the fray. Hark! what soundeth is creation Groaning for its latter day. Will ye play then, will ye dally With your music and your wine? Up! it is Jehovah's rally! God's own arm hath need of thine. Hark! the onset! will ye fold your Faith-clad arms in lazy lock? Up, oh up, thou drowsy soldier! Worlds are charging to the shock. Worlds are charging -- heaven beholding; Thou hast but an hour to fight; Now the blazoned cross unfolding, On -- right onward for the right. On! let all the soul within you For the truth's sake go abroad! Strike! let every nerve and sinew Tell on ages -- tell for God. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...UPON JULIA'S CLOTHES by ROBERT HERRICK FAST ANCHOR'D ETERNAL O LOVE! by WALT WHITMAN TO THE MAN-OF-WAR-BIRD by WALT WHITMAN VERSES FOR CHILDREN: CHRISTMAS TREE by ZEDA K. AILES THE LAST MAN by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE |