Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE SILENT MESSAGE, by JAMES H. TUCKLEY First Line: City of throbbing wheels and marts Last Line: "remember god, remember god!" | ||||||||
City of throbbing wheels and marts, Where thrive all nations and all arts, What cheer, what cheer brings in this year, This white commemorative year? Is there a voice to reach men's hearts? Old First's brown ancient spire alway Points up from the soil Where the Founders trod, Points up from the moil Where the myriads plod, From the scenes of toil, From the sacred sod, And seems to say in a silent way, "Remember God, remember God!" O driven minds, O frantic feet, O surging throngs of shop and street, Is ever hush upon your soul, Is ever pause, to see life whole, Or is this life, this feverish heat? Lone spokesman of an older day, That spire, like a finger of faith, alway Points up from the soil Where the Founders trod, Points up from the moil Where the myriads plod, From the scenes of toil, From the sacred sod, And seems to say in a pleading way, "Remember God, remember God!" O ye who seek with purblind sight The frantic day's more frantic night, Why in your pleasure gleam so plain The tense and pallid looks of pain Beneath the incandescents white? Lone spokesman of an older day, Old First's dim looming spire alway Points up from the soil Where the Founders trod, From the scenes of toil, From the sacred sod, Points up from the moil Where the myriads plod, And seems to say in a warning way, "Remember God, remember God!" O little shadowy graveyard old, Where lie the ancient true and bold, Are these, long pent in dusty cell, The very lives men loved so well, Or is this but their bodies' mould? Lone spokesman of an older day, That spire, like a finger of faith, alway Points up from the soil Where the Founders trod, Points up from the moil Where the myriads plod, From the scenes of toil, From the sacred sod, And seems to say in a hopeful way, "Remember God, remember God!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO THE MARTYRED by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON NO PLATONIQUE LOVE by WILLIAM CARTWRIGHT LIMERICK by OLIVER BROOK HERFORD ABRAHAM LINCOLN WALKS AT MIDNIGHT by NICHOLAS VACHEL LINDSAY HELIOTROPE by HARRY THURSTON PECK HYMN TO FIRE by KONSTANTIN DMITRIYEVICH BALMONT HAUNTED STREETS by MATHILDE BLIND |
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