THIS man whose homely face you look upon, Was one of nature's masterful, great men; Born with strong arms, that unfought battles won; Direct of speech, and cunning with the pen. Chosen for large designs, he had the art Of winning with his humor, and he went Straight to his mark, which was the human heart; Wise, too, for what he could not break he bent. Upon his back a more than Atlas-load, The burden of the Commonwealth, was laid; He stooped, and rose up to it, though the road Shot suddenly downwards, not a whit dismayed. Hold, warriors, councillors, kings! All now give place To this dear benefactor of the race. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CHAPERON by HENRY CUYLER BUNNER OUR GOOD PRESIDENT by PHOEBE CARY ON MUSIC by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR CHANGED by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE VOW OF WASHINGTON by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER OF A WINNOWER OF WHEAT TO THE WINDS by JOACHIM DU BELLAY SONGS FOR MY MOTHER: 1. HER CLOTHES by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH |