Not theirs to question or to hesitate When once they hear the challenge and the call! Not theirs the doubting mood that like a pall Lies on our hearts; they ponder not their fate, Nor are they wise like us to speculate Of loss or gain. Like flame upleaping they Their answer make, and laughing are away— To far off things their lives are dedicate. And we, O God, may we no longer dare To follow waving banners of a dream? May we not still their questing spirit share In high adventure, following the gleam? O God of Youth, when Thy far bugles blow, Gird Thou our sinews and our souls to go! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WOMEN WITH FABLED HAIR by MADELINE DEFREES HEGIRA by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON A PLANTATION BACCHANAL by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON O SOUTHLAND! by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON A BIRTHDAY SONG by SIDNEY LANIER ON A PALMETTO by SIDNEY LANIER RICHARD BOOTH TO HIS SON JUNIUS BRUTUS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: IPPOLIT KONOVALOFF by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |