Great Captain, glorious in our wars - No meed of praise we hold from him About his brow we wreathe the stars The coming ages shall not dim. The cloud-sent man! Was it not he That from the hand of adverse fate Snatched the white flower of victory ? He spoke no word, but saved the State, Yet History, as she brooding bends Above the tablet on her knee. The impartial stylus half suspends, And fain would blot the cold decree The iron hand and sleepless care That stayed disaster scarce availed To serve him when he came to wear The civic laurel: there he failed." Who runs may read; but nothing mars That nobler record unforgot. Great Captain, glorious in our wars - All else the heart remembers not. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VENICE; SONNET by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW WASHINGTON MONUMENT BY NIGHT by CARL SANDBURG A CRADLE SONG OF THE NIGHT WIND by WILLIS BOYD ALLEN SONG OF THE FLOUR-MILL by EDWIN ARNOLD MEN OF VERDUN by LAURENCE BINYON THE WHITE WATCH (OPUS 28: NO. 3) by GORDON BOTTOMLEY |