Jeremiah, will you come? Will you gather up the multitudes, and wake them with a drum? Will you dare anoint the chosen ones from all the cattle kind, And threaten with the fire of God the foolish and the blind? Jeremiah, Jeremiah, we have waited for you long, To see the flaming fury of your hate against the wrong, For we dally in the Temple, and we flee the eye of Truth, And we waste along the wilderness the glory of our youth. Jeremiah, Jeremiah, here the lying prophets speak, Here they flatter in their feebleness the gilded and the sleek; But their languid pipings die in shame when trumpet cries are heard. Are you coming? Are you coming? O Prophet of the Word! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET by DAVID HARTLEY COLERIDGE THE VOICE by WILFRID WILSON GIBSON THE DARKLING THRUSH by THOMAS HARDY TIPPERARY: 2. AS THE TRANSLATORS WOULD HAVE INTERLINED IT . . . by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS MEMORIES by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 20. EVER PRESENT by PHILIP AYRES VERSES TO -- --, ON THE FIFTIETH ANNIVERSARY OF THEIR MARRIAGE by BERNARD BARTON |