WHEN the heroic deeds that mark our time Shall, in far days to come, recorded be, Men, much forgetting, shall remember thee, Thou central martyr of the Monster-Crime, Who kept thy soul clear of the ooze and slime— The quicksands of deceit and perjury— A living thing, unconquered still and free, Through superhuman sacrifice sublime. O Serbia! amid thy ruins great, Love is immortal; there's an end to hate, Always there will be dawn, though dark the night. Look up, thou tragic Glory! Even now, The thorny round that binds thy bleeding brow Is as a crown irradiating light! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BRER RABBIT, YOU'S DE CUTES' OF 'EM ALL by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON SHE WEEPS OVER RAHOON by JAMES JOYCE TO THE AUTHOR OF 'THE ROBBERS' (SCHILLER) by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE JOURNEY by EMILY DICKINSON MENAPHON: SAMELA by ROBERT GREENE THE LADDER OF SAINT AUGUSTINE by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW |