We have been patient -- and they named us weak; We have been silent -- and they judged us meek. Now, in the much-abused, high name of God We speak. Oh, not with faltering or uncertain tone -- With chosen words we make our meaning known, That like a great wind from the West shall shake The double throne. Our colors flame upon the topmost mast, -- We lift the glove so arrogantly cast, And in the much-abused, high name of God We speak at last. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CORPORATE ENTITY by ARCHIBALD MACLEISH THE AWAKENING RIVER by KATHERINE MANSFIELD UPON THE DEATH OF THE LORD HASTINGS by JOHN DRYDEN TWO OF A TRADE by SAMUEL WILLOUGHBY DUFFIELD CHRISMUS ON THE PLANTATION by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR EXCELLENCY OF CHRIST by GILES FLETCHER THE YOUNGER |