Awake! awake! how loud the stormy morning Calls up to life the nations resting round; Arise, Arise, is it the voice of mourning That breaks our slumber with so wild a sound? The voice of mourning? Listen to its pealing; That shout of triumph drowns the sigh of woe; Each tortured heart forgets its wonted feeling, Each faded cheek resumes its long-lost glow -- Our souls are full of gladness, God has given Our arms to victory, our foes to death; The crimson ensign waves its sheet in heaven -- The sea-green Standard lies in dust be[neath]. Patriots, no stain is on your country's glory Soldiers, preserve that glory bright and free Let Almedore in peace, and battle gory, Be still a nobler name for victory! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IDYLLS OF THE KING: LANCELOT AND ELAINE by ALFRED TENNYSON SONNET: 'EVEN THIS WILL PASS AWAY' by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH SONG: 3 by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD CRADLE SONG OF A SOLDIER'S WIFE by T. T. BARKER ON HEARING AN AEOLIAN HARP by PETER BAYLEY JR. |