SOUL of a soldier in a poet's frame, Heart of a hero in a body frail; Thine was the courage clear that did not quail Before the giant champions of shame Who wrought dishonour to the city's name; And thine the vision of the Holy Grail Of Love, revealed through Music's lucid veil, Filling thy life with heavenly song and flame. Pure was the light that lit thy glowing eye, And strong the faith that held thy simple creed. Ah, poet, patriot, friend, to serve our need Thou leavest two great gifts that will not die: Above the city's noise, thy lyric cry, -- Amid the city's strife, thy noble deed! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE TROPICS IN NEW YORK by CLAUDE MCKAY THE PILLAR OF THE CLOUD by JOHN HENRY NEWMAN MY LITTLE GIRL by SAMUEL MINTURN PECK FAREWELL TO ARMS by GEORGE PEELE THE CORAL GROVE by JAMES GATES PERCIVAL THE WOOD THRUSH by SUSAN SHARP ADAMS A CONCLUSORIE HUMNE TO THE SAME WEEK; & FOR MY FRIEND by JOSEPH BEAUMONT |