PROUD is assembly, and the anthem proud That populous nave and aisle and gallery raise In conscious strength, till God in his bright cloud Seems hovering to that multitude of praise. Yet from this mild prosaic book, as loud, As strong, as various, from as many throats, I hear the Gloria of a golden crowd, And there the heavenly wing still brighter floats. I hear the trumpet and alarm of time Appeal, and men and women of great soul Replying, singing to their genius climb; Deep wisdoms hearten, organ-yearnings roll; Tried faith transfigures every imperfection Into one chant, one radiance and election. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE TREE OF SONG by SARA TEASDALE EVANGELINE; A TALE OF ACADIE by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW AMORETTI: 34 by EDMUND SPENSER TO HIS HEART, BIDDING IT HAVE NO FEAR by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS IN AN ATELIER by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |