COME all who serve the city, all who serve The glorious golden city of our dream, With true heart-service that can never swerve, How faint soe'er the strength or far the gleam— Come sorrow proudly for our comrade passed Into the silence: one who served indeed In all things, even unto the least and last, Spending herself to meet the moment's need. Share memories of that strong, illumined face, Keen speech, and courage springing to the test, And all the fervor of the ancient race That finds its longed-for East in this young West. Be this the sum, the last word best of all: She built her life into the city wall. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A POEM FOR MAX NORDAU by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON 1914: 2. SAFETY by RUPERT BROOKE ONE POET VISITS ANOTHER by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 19. TO AN ATHLETE DYING YOUNG by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN THE HAUNTED PALACE by EDGAR ALLAN POE EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 24. COMPLIANCE IN LOVE by PHILIP AYRES EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 32. THERE'S NO DEFENCE AGAINST LOVE by PHILIP AYRES |