"Where is the man?" I heard one in despair. "The dauntless Moses, that shall lead us through? Or blameless Arthur?—they that overthrew, And left without a name, the heathen, where They filled the land, as locusts fill the air." Wretch! to your country and yourself untrue, Fear not; the duty it is yours to do Is this: Go, breathe the battle's breath, and there Take all your heart, Life, fortune, hope of fame, (Like him last fallen—Freedom's latest boast— Nathaniel Coeur de Lyon be his name— With hearts like whose, a handful were a host, And each the Man), your dearest love and hate, Lay on your country's altar. God is great. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE GARDEN BY MOONLIGHT by AMY LOWELL SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: REV. LEMUEL WILEY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS A LETTER TO A POLICEMAN IN KANSAS CITY by KENNETH PATCHEN THE POET'S TESTAMENT by GEORGE SANTAYANA VIGNETTES OVERSEAS: 2. OFF ALGIERS by SARA TEASDALE |