"Oh, Death, where is thy victory?" This plot Marked firm by wagon rim speaks proudly here: Observe this resting place of pioneer. For right to worship as she chose, her lot She cast with those who marked an epoch great, Out west, where freedom with their lives could mate; Made history in blood to seek their God, And fell, like her, a parcel of the sod. And when the great steel monster hewed its line Across the mountainous range and desert drear, Directly where warm rains and bright sunshine Caressed the snow from lonely grave each year, Great minds debated ... gave her "right-of-way." She sanctified the spot there where she lay. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DISMAL MOMENT PASSING by CLARENCE MAJOR MEETING AT NIGHT by ROBERT BROWNING EPITAPHS OF THE WAR, 1914-18: CONVOY ESCORT by RUDYARD KIPLING TO THE UNKNOWN EROS: BOOK 1: 3. WINTER by COVENTRY KERSEY DIGHTON PATMORE YEW-TREES by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH FROM HIDDEN SOURCE by JEAN ANDERSON |