NOT with the anguish of hearts that are breaking Come we as mourners to weep for our dead; Grief in our breasts has grown weary of aching, Green is the turf where our tears we have shed. While o'er their marbles the mosses are creeping, Stealing each name and its legend away, Give their proud story to Memory's keeping, Shrined in the temple we hallow to-day. Hushed are their battle-fields, ended their marches, Deaf are their ears to the drum-beat of morn, -- Rise from the sod, ye fair columns and arches! Tell their bright deeds to the ages unborn! Emblem and legend may fade from the portal, Keystone may crumble and pillar may fall; They were the builders whose work is immortal, Crowned with the dome that is over us all! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BAYARD TAYLOR by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH EURIPIDES by ALEXANDER AETOLUS AFTER CHURCH by SAMUEL ALFRED BEADLE THE END by BYRON HAVERLY BLACKFORD THE GLORY OF ISRAEL by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE ASOLANDO: DEVELOPMENT by ROBERT BROWNING |