Heirs of great yesterdays, be proud with me Of your most envied treasure of the Past; Not wide domain; not doubtful wealth amassed; Not ganglia cities—rival worlds to be:— But great souls, servitors of Liberty, Who kept the state to star-set Honor fast, Not for ourselves alone but that, at last, No nation should to Baal bow the knee. Are we content to be inheritors? Can you not hear the pleading of the sod That canopies our heroes? Hasten, then! Help the sad earth unlearn the vogue of war. Be just and earn the eternal praise of men; Be generous and win the smile of God. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SINGER OF ONE SONG by HENRY AUGUSTIN BEERS THE COCK AND THE FOX, OR THE TALE OF THE NUN'S PRIEST by GEOFFREY CHAUCER SPOILS OF THE DEAD by ROBERT FROST THE KANSAS EMIGRANTS by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER SLOW TO COME, QUICK A-GONE by WILLIAM BARNES TO A SWALLOW BUILDING UNDER THE EAVES [AT CRAIGENPUTTOCK] by JANE WELSH CARLYLE OUT OF THE SHADOWS: AN UNFINISHED SONNET-SEQUENCE 7 by JOSEPH SEAMON COTTER JR. |