Pens of all The Nation's bards, Up and do your duty! Sing, not Valour's meet rewards In the smiles of beauty: Sing, not landlordism laid low ' Mid its burning ricks, pens! Sing of Britain's overthrowSing a song of Sikhs, pens! " | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CLARE'S DRAGOONS by THOMAS OSBORNE DAVIS THE FORGOTTEN GRAVE by EMILY DICKINSON EVENING SONG OF THE TYROLESE PEASANTS by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS ESCAPE AT BEDTIME by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON THE THROSTLE by ALFRED TENNYSON FOR THE YOUNGEST by CHARLES WESLEY |