When Bryan speaks, the town's a hive. From miles around, the autos drive. The sparrow chirps. The rooster crows. The place is kicking and alive. When Bryan speaks, the bunting glows. The raw procession onward flows. The small dogs bark. The children laugh A wind of springtime fancy blows. When Bryan speaks, the wigwam shakes. The corporation magnate quakes. The pre-convention plot is smashed. The valiant pleb full-armed awakes. When Bryan speaks, the sky is ours, The wheat, the forests, and the flowers. And who is here to say us nay? Fled are the ancient tyrant powers. When Bryan speaks, then I rejoice. His is the strange composite voice Of many million singing souls Who make world-brotherhood their choice. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CENTER OF GRAVITY by DAVID IGNATOW THE MASTER'S TOUCH by HORATIO (HORATIUS) BONAR PEACE; A STUDY by CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY THE SONG OF THE MOUTH-ORGAN by ROBERT WILLIAM SERVICE NOW PRECEDENT SONGS, FAREWELL by WALT WHITMAN FOR A RETURN by A. A. ANDRIELLO |