SPEAK, silent, patient gun! And let thy mighty voice Proclaim the deed is done -- Made is the nobler choice; To every waiting people run And bid the world rejoice. Tell them our heaving heart Has found its smiting hand, That craves to be a part Of the divine command. Speak, prove us more than ease or mart, And vindicate the land. Thine shall the glory be To mark the sacred hour That testifies the free Will neither cringe nor cower. God give thy voice divinity, That Right be armed with Power. Thou art not lifeless steel With but a number given, But messenger of weal Hot with the wrath of Heaven. Go earn the right to Honor's seal -- To have for Honor striven. Lead us in holy ire The path our fathers trod; The music of thy fire Shall thrill them through the sod. The smoke of all thy righteous choir Is incense unto God. And when long Peace is found And thou hast earned thy rest, And in thy cave of sound The sparrow builds her nest, By Liberty shalt thou be crowned Of all thy comrades, best. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SEA LOVER by SARA TEASDALE TO A POET, WHO WOULD HAVE ME PRAISE CERTAIN BAD POETS, IMITATORS ... by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS OF DISTRESS BEING HUMILIATED BY THE CLASSICAL CHINESE POETS by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE LOST MISTRESS by ROBERT BROWNING A BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 12. A RENUNCIATION by THOMAS CAMPION FRIENDSHIP by RALPH WALDO EMERSON TWO FUSILIERS by ROBERT RANKE GRAVES |