SPIRIT, that lookest from the starry fold Of truth's white flock, next to thy Milton there Accept my reverence though but feebly told. And oh! My heart from thy example rare Henceforth its being for worthiest ends would bear. Thy deeds, though plain, were towering all and bold, And like the stedfast columns that uphold Some awful temple, to thy duty were. How much thy story has enlarged my ken Of real greatness! Of mere conquerors I Read but with anger, or with shame; but when Of thee, uplifted into virtue's sky, I glory in my brotherhood with men, And feel how nobly all may live and die. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NO MASTER by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES THE CELLO by RICHARD WATSON GILDER A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 4. REVEILLE by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 25 by PHILIP SIDNEY IN MEMORIAM (EASTER 1915) by PHILIP EDWARD THOMAS THE LAMP [LAMPE] by HENRY VAUGHAN BROTHER BENEDICT by ALFRED AUSTIN VERSES WRITTEN IN A BLANK LEAF OF TIGHE'S 'PSYCHE' by BERNARD BARTON |