SURROUNDED by unnumber'd foes, Against my soul the battle goes! Yet though I weary, sore distrest, I know that I shall reach my rest: I lift my tearful eyes above, -- His banner over me is love. Its sword my spirit will not yield, Though flesh may faint upon the field; He waves before my fading sight The branch of palm, -- the crown of light; I lift my brightening eyes above, -- His banner over me is love. My cloud of battle-dust may dim, His veil of splendor curtain him! And in the midnight of my fear I may not feel him standing near; But, as I lift mine eyes above, His banner over me is love. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN EQUAL SACRIFICE by ROBERT FROST A BIT OF SKY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON MATERNITY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON QUEST by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO ATLANTA UNIVERSITY - ITS FOUNDERS AND TEACHERS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE RIVALS by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON |