FAREWELL, O Prince, farewell, O sorely tried! You dreamed a dream and you have paid the cost: To save a people leaders must be lost; By foes and followers be crucified, Yet 'tis your body only that has died. The noblest soul in Judah is not dust But fire that works in every vein and must Reshape our life, rekindling Israel's pride. So we behold the captain of our strife Triumphant in this moment of eclipse; Death has but fixed him to immortal life, His flag upheld, the trumpet at his lips. And while we, weeping rend our garment's hem, "Next year," we cry, "next year, Jerusalem." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TAPS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON DEEP IN THE QUIET WOOD by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON STUDY FOR A GEOGRAPHICAL TRAIL; 2. ILLINOIS by CLARENCE MAJOR VERY EARLY SPRING by KATHERINE MANSFIELD PICKING AND CHOOSING by MARIANNE MOORE |