The band stops playing that gaily led And thrilled the troops with faith sublime. Sharply one drum-tap sounds instead To keep the tired feet in time. Love stops its music-march of life, High-stepped, triumphant, brave and clear. What then spurs soul to rescuing strife? Justice' one stroke it still can hear. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PILGRIM [SONG], FR. THE PILGRIM'S PROGRESS by JOHN BUNYAN THE VISION OF JUDGEMENT by GEORGE GORDON BYRON WOMEN MEN'S SHADOWS by BEN JONSON THE HIGHER GOOD by THEODORE PARKER THE PITY OF LOVE by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS TREES AND WAVES by AL-ISRA'ILI POVERTY PARTS GUDE COMPANIE by JOANNA BAILLIE |