UP and be doing, all who have a hand To lift, a back to bend. It must not be In times like these that vaguely linger we To air our vaunts and hopes; and leave our land Untended as a wild of weeds and sand. - Say, then, 'I come!' and go, O women and men Of palace, ploughshare, easel, counter, pen; That scareless, scathless, England still may stand. Would years but let me stir as once I stirred At many a dawn to take the forward track, And with a stride plunged on to enterprize, I now would speed like yester wind that whirred Through yielding pines; and serve with never a slack, So loud for promptness all around outcries! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GROWING OLD by FRANCIS LEDWIDGE ON THE COLLAR OF MRS. DINGLEY'S LAP-DOG by JONATHAN SWIFT GOD'S CHOSEN PEOPLE by JOEL BLAU LOVE SONNET by GEORGE HENRY BOKER MANIAC'S SONG by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD THE NEWPORT TOWER by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD THE CAPTIVE DOVE by ANNE BRONTE THE WANDERER: 3. IN ENGLAND: MATRIMONIAL COUNSELS by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |