As some rare jewel, sealed within a rock, Would ne'er have glittered in the sunny air, Had not the lightning or an earthquake's shock Crumbled the ledge, and laid its splendor bare So do fine souls lie darkling in the earth Until some mighty tumult heaves them forth. Men of this land and lovers of these States! What master-spirit from the dark shall rise, And, with a will inviolate as fate's, God-like and prudent, merciful and wise, Do battle in God's name and set us right Ere on our glory ruin broods and night! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNETS FROM SERIES RELATING TO EDGAR ALLEN POE: 1 by SARAH HELEN POWER WHITMAN WISTFULNESS by KATHARINE ADAMS NATALIA'S RESURRECTION: 31 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT JAMES MCCOSH by ROBERT BRIDGES (1858-1941) PARLEYINGS WITH CERTAIN PEOPLE OF IMPORTANCE: CHRISTOPHER SMART by ROBERT BROWNING |