YET these are but a herald band -- The created chieftain is himself at hand; These shall but wait On his heroic state, And act at his command. He comes! -- Ambition comes; his way prepare! -- Let banners wave in air, And loud-voiced trumpets his approach declare! He comes! -- for glory has before him raised Her shield, with godlike deeds emblazed. He comes, he comes! -- for purposes sublime Dilate his soul; and his exulting eye Beams like a sun, that, in the vernal prime, With golden promise travels up the sky. Onward looking, far and high, While before his champion pride Valleys rise, and hills subside, His mighty thoughts, too swift for lagging time, Through countless triumphs run; Each deed conceived, appears already done, Foes are vanquish'd, fields are won. E'en now, with wreaths immortal crown'd, He marches to the sound Of gratulating lyres, And earth's applauding shout his generous bosom fires. He comes, he comes! -- his way prepare! Let banners wave in air, And loud-voiced trumpets his approach declare! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...QUEST by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SAVORING THE PAST by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON WHEN I RISE UP by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON DOMESDAY BOOK: THE CORONER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: COLUMBUS CHENEY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |