WHO is this ye say is slain? Whose voice answers not again? Ellsworth, shall we call in vain On thy name to-day? No! from every vale and hill Our response all hearts shall thrill, "Ellsworth's fame is with us still, Ne'er to pass away!" Bring that rebel banner low, Hoisted by a treacherous foe: 'T was for that they dealt the blow, Laid him in the dust. Raise aloft, that all may see His loved flag of Liberty. Forward, then, to victory, Or perish if we must! Hark to what Columbia saith: "Mourn not for his early death, With each patriot's dying breath Strength renewed is given To the cause of truth and right, To the land for which they fight. After darkness cometh light, -- Such the law of Heaven." So we name him not in vain, Though he comes not back again! For his country he was slain; Ellsworth's blood shall rise To our gracious Saviour -- King: 'T is a holy gift we bring; Such a sacred offering God will not despise. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE NIGHT MOTHS by EDWIN MARKHAM THE WALKING MAN OF RODIN by CARL SANDBURG THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 112. GIBRALTAR by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT OF A BAD SINGER; EPIGRAM by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE RAIN ON THE ROOF (1) by COATES KINNEY ON SICK LEAVE, 1916 by HAMILTON FISH ARMSTRONG |