Night closed around the conqueror's way, And lightnings showed the distant hill, Where those who lost that dreadful day Stood few and faint but fearless still! The soldier's hope, the patriot's zeal, For ever dimmed, for ever crossed-- Oh! who shall say what heroes feel, When all but life and honour's lost. The last sad hour of Freedom's dream And valour's task moved slowly by, While mute they watched till morning's beam Should rise and give them light to die. There's yet a world where souls are free, Where tyrants taint not nature's bliss; If death that world's bright opening be: Oh! who would live a slave in this? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MOTHER (MARGERY CARRUTH, 1896-1981) by HAYDEN CARRUTH DOMESDAY BOOK: CONSIDER FREELAND by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: IMANUEL EHRENHARDT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE DECISION (APRIL 14, 1861) by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |