PEOPLE'S Attorney, servant of the Right! Pleader for all shades of the solar ray, Complexions dusky, yellow, red, or white; Who, in thy country's and thy time's despite, Hast only questioned, What will Duty say? And followed swiftly in her narrow way: Tipped is thy tongue with golden eloquence, All honeyed accents fall from off thy lips, -- Each eager listener his full measure sips, Yet runs to waste the sparkling opulence, -- The scorn of bigots, and the worldling's flout. If Time long held thy merit in suspense, Hastening repentant now, with pen devout, Impartial History dare not leave thee out. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON LADY POLTAGRUE: A PUBLIC PERIL by HILAIRE BELLOC THE MOUNTAIN by HAYDEN CARRUTH BATTLE OF BRITAIN by CECIL DAY LEWIS SHE WEEPS OVER RAHOON by JAMES JOYCE EIGHTEEN-DOLLAR TAXI TRIP TO TIZAPAN AND BACK TO CHAPALA by CLARENCE MAJOR |