Classic and Contemporary Poetry
DISCOVERERS; IN MEMORY OF CHRISTIAN ENDEAVORERS WHO DIED, by AMOS RUSSEL WELLS Poet's Biography First Line: High glory his who walks where god alone Last Line: For god and man, for liberty and right. Subject(s): Christianity; World War I; First World War | ||||||||
High glory his who walks where God alone The mystic way has known, Who pierces first the mountain solitudes, Treads first the echoing vaults of some vast caves, Conquers the rage of undefeated waves, Or daringly intrudes Where immemorial arctic stillness broods Above Death's timeless throne. Praise, praise to him whose gallant mind Knows how to find New roads of science, new domains of art, New avenues of kingly thought, New mines whence happy myriads have brought Balm to the senses, courage to the heart, Comforts to all mankind. But glory, praise, and honor nobler far To these whose guiding star Rose in the east, and pointed them the way To earth's most cruel fray, Supreme of horrors, blackest pit of night, War of the wrong and right. These also with exploring feet have trod Alone with God; These also up to virgin heights have pressed, As ardent pioneers Have mastered fears, And learned the wilderness by paths unguessed. These too have reached the pole, Have urged their dauntless soul Through unimagined silences of snow Where only nightwinds go, Friendless and solitary and forgot In that unhallowed spot. No way that hero feet have trod alone Since the dim dawn of time, No venturing sublime, But these young souls invincibly have known. And they have found for us Domains all-glorious, Kingdoms of justice, empires of new good, Sweet realms of brotherhood. Yea, they have seen and caught God's very central thought, The truth of love supreme in sacrifice. And they have paid the price, The highest price wherewith the highest good is bought. Massed in their swarming millions, each has walked In lonely places; Each in his own high solitude has talked With angel faces; Each has a separate conquest, and as each returns His heart uniquely burns. As each returns -- but ah! we sing to-day Those who will not come back; We drape our flags with black, And waft our mournful tribute far away. And yet -- are they not here? For truth and freedom know not far or near, The world is one When glorious deeds are done, And death itself is slain By those that die a deathless end to gain. Not in the sacred sod Of battle-harried France alone with God Are they asleep, but here, with God alive, Their spirits gladly strive, Uphold their proud beloved ones, proudly see The world that they made free. By every broken chain, By every freedman, free man to remain, By every darkened nation led to light, By every baffled memory of wrong, By every new-born permanence of right, By every weakness learning to be strong, Our fallen heroes rise, Come from their graves with happy eyes, And join the welcoming throng. We clasp their comrade hands; We catch from them the splendor of their mood; Our spirit understands What they have tested and have found it good; And ours shall be with them henceforth to fight For God and man, for liberty and right. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...D'ANNUNZIO by ERNEST HEMINGWAY 1915: THE TRENCHES by CONRAD AIKEN TO OUR PRESIDENT by KATHARINE LEE BATES THE HORSES by KATHARINE LEE BATES CHILDREN OF THE WAR by KATHARINE LEE BATES THE U-BOAT CREWS by KATHARINE LEE BATES THE RED CROSS NURSE by KATHARINE LEE BATES WAR PROFITS by KATHARINE LEE BATES THE UNCHANGEABLE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN A BATTLE SONG (WRITTEN IN THE WORLD WAR) by AMOS RUSSEL WELLS |
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