PAINT black with peril what the Time portends; Breathe, if thou wilt, but stifling hopelessness; Brood on Man's swift decline from small to less -- The beast that wallows or the beast that rends: Yet shall the Good prevail, We shall not fail! Blush for our country's dignity and fame, Forgot by those who rob us of our pride; Deplore the sleepers at the altar's side While madmen light their torch at Freedom's flame: Yet shall the Good prevail, We shall not fail! Yea, shudder at the temple strewn with coin; Law leaning on the broken sword of Force; And streams of weakness, come from many a source, In one wild flood of turbulence to join. Yet shall the Good prevail, We shall not fail! Hast thou forgotten Heaven's patient plan? From many a blacker chaos have we come. Nature, a million heroes in her womb, Doth ever answer to the need of Man. So shall the Best prevail, And we not fail! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SOUVENIR by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON PSALM 8. MAN'S PLACE IN CREATION by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 39 by PHILIP SIDNEY A MOTHER'S BIRTHDAY by HENRY VAN DYKE LINES COMPOSED AT GRASMERE by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH SONNET: 10 by RICHARD BARNFIELD |