We lift a song to you across the day Which bears through travailing the seed you spread In terror's morning, flung with fingers red In blood of tyrants, who debarred the way To Freedom's dawning. Hearken to the lay Chanted by dusky millions, soft and mellow-keyed, In minor measure, Martyr of the Freed, A song of memory across the day. Truth cannot perish though the earth erase The royal signals, leaving not a trace, And time still burgeoneth the fertile seed, Though he is crucified who wrought the deed: O Alleghanies, fold him to your breast Until the judgment! Sentinel his rest! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SOUL'S EXPRESSION by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING BOADICEA; AN ODE by WILLIAM COWPER SHUT OUT by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI ANOTHER FRANCIS OF ASSISI by FREDERICK HENRY HERBERT ADLER ODES: BOOK 1: ODE 16. TO CALEB HARDINGE, M.D. by MARK AKENSIDE BACCHANALIA; OR, THE NEW AGE by MATTHEW ARNOLD |