ARISE, my slumbering soul! arise, And learn what yet remains for thee To dree or do! The signs are flaming in the skies; A struggling world would yet be free, And live anew. The earthquake hath not yet been born That soon shall rock the lands around, Beneath their base; Immortal Freedom's thunder horn As yet yields but a doleful sound To Europe's race. Look round, my soul! and see, and say If those about thee understand Their mission here: The will to smite, the power to slay, Abound in every heart and hand Afar, anear; But, God! must yet the conqueror's sword Pierce mind, as heart, in this proud year? O, dream it not! It sounds a false, blaspheming word, Begot and born of moral fear, And ill-begot. To leave the world a name is nought: To leave a name for glorious deeds And works of love, A name to waken lightning thought And fire the soul of him who reads, This tells above. Napoleon sinks to-day before The ungilded shrine, the single soul Of Washington: Truth's name alone shall man adore Long as the waves of Time shall roll Henceforward on. My countrymen! my words are weak: My health is gone, my soul is dark, My heart is chill; Yet would I fain and fondly seek To see you borne in freedom's bark O'er ocean still. Beseech your God! and bide your hour! He cannot, will not long be dumb: Even now his tread Is heard o'er earth with coming power; And coming, trust me, it will come, -- Else were He dead. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A WOMAN'S SHORTCOMINGS by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING A MATCH by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE THE LETTER; EDWARD ROWLAND SILL, DIED FEBRUARY 27, 1887 by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE LAND OF DREAMS by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 2. I HEARD THE VOICE OF THE WOODS by EDWARD CARPENTER |