IRON is in his blood. He lives to fight, To yield not, fear not, nor retreat; Give him the giant odds that mean defeat — He still fights on! Whatever he deems right He guards with the reserve-corps of his might; Swiftly he strikes. His triumphs are complete; He has no flag of truce. The foe must meet Him face to face, or safety find in flight. More men like him we need! Who dare to face The odds he craves, and give their very blood For sake of principle. The groping race Through such as he finds better brotherhood; There lives no foe that ever can erase The record of his battles for the good. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...RICHARD BOOTH TO HIS SON JUNIUS BRUTUS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS REMEMBRANCE by EMILY JANE BRONTE THE EVENING WIND by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT A DEAD HARVEST (IN KENSINGTON GARDENS) by ALICE MEYNELL MONNA INNOMINATA, A SONNET OF SONNETS: 10 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI |