'ARISE, and walk' -- the One Voice said; And lo! the sinews shrunk and dry Lossed, and the cripple leaped on high, Wondering, and bare aloft his bed. The Age of Miracle is fled. Who to the halt to-day shall cry -- 'Arise, and walk!' Yet though the Power to raise the dead Treads earth no more, we still may try To smooth the couch where sick men lie, Whispering -- to hopeless heart and head -- 'Arise, and walk!' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PLAYING JACKS IN BHAKTAPUR by KAREN SWENSON TO A REPUBLICAN FRIEND, 1848 by MATTHEW ARNOLD LORD WALTER'S WIFE by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE BLUE AND THE GRAY by FRANCIS MILES FINCH THE ELF AND THE DORMOUSE by OLIVER BROOK HERFORD |