FOR Peace, and all that follows in her path -- Nor slighting honor and his country's fame, He stood unmoved, and dared to face the blame Of party-spirit and its turbid wrath. He saw in vision the dread aftermath, Should war once kindle its world-circling flame Through Asian tribes that bear the British name. Time few such crises for a people hath, And few such leaders. Calmly he pursued A course at which the feebler spirits sneered, The bolder fumed with clamor loud and rude. And while the world still doubted, hoped, and feared, This chief a bloodless victory hath won -- Britannia's wisest, best, and bravest son. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BOLDNESS IN LOVE by THOMAS CAREW INTERIM by CLARISSA SCOTT DELANY MOTHER TO SON by JAMES LANGSTON HUGHES THE INCENSE BURNER by ABUS SALT THE CLOUDS: SONG [OR CHORUS] OF THE CLOUDS by ARISTOPHANES |