AWAKE to lyric rapture once again, Great German bard! Not in resurgent France Shall thy proud spirit rally from its trance But in the Rhineland where the sabres glance; Where spring to arms, each day, a myriad men.— There now they need thy patriotic pen: Its caustic wit, so dagger-keen and bold That erstwhile smote with such relentless zeal Yet had the art of tenderness to heal. Once more thy sweet-voiced Lorelei shall steal Into the nation's heart, whose tales were told By thee, dear Troubador, in rhymes of gold— And then thy matchless minstrelsy shall bring The Fatherland swift healing on its wing. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JOHNNY SPAIN'S WHITE HEIFER by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE SAVING WAY by HAYDEN CARRUTH ON GOING UNNOTICED by ROBERT FROST THE LAST MAN'S CLUB by JAMES GALVIN THE BUTCHER SHOP by DAVID IGNATOW MATE (1) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |