Pass down the aisle of buried years to-night, And stand uncovered in that holy place Where noble structures lift their hallowed height Beneath a bending Heaven's chaste embrace, The fruit of those who scorned the path of ease, To buckle on the armaments of care Like to the Son of Man Himself, were these Who gave themselves for brother men—less fair. Before the blinding footlights of to-day We man our parts within Life's tragic play, Full mindful of the earnest love and care That keeps eternal watch and vigil there; Nor do they need fair monuments and scrolls— Their memories are deathless in our souls. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ULYSSES AND THE SIREN by SAMUEL DANIEL LUCIFER IN STARLIGHT by GEORGE MEREDITH MESSMATES by HENRY JOHN NEWBOLT THE FISHER'S BOY by HENRY DAVID THOREAU A JAPANESE FAN by MARGARET VELEY THE HAPPY FOOL by WILLIAM ROSE BENET HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 41 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH |