Soldier and Priest in one, thou couldst not brook Aught that was false,—Truth's champion wast thou; And like some knight of old did'st take thy vow Her cause to vindicate: the holy look, The faultless form, mere bondage to a book Thou couldst not bide. We, thinking of thee now, Against the background of the years, see how That work of thine of prophet-cast partook. On sea or land, in mine or mart, men read What's writ in language of the human heart; From Doubt's dim maze thou wandering feet dost lead, And on life's upward way afresh they start— We knew thee not: thy days were full of pain, But lives like thine can claim their own domain. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DEJECTION: AN ODE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE PARTED by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR AMERICAN THEMES FOR A GILBERT by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS TRAVELLER BY NIGHT, SELECTION by JOANNA BAILLIE OUT OF THE VAST by AUGUSTUS WRIGHT BAMBERGER THE SEAMSTRESS by HENRI BARBUSSE A HINT TO A YOUNG PERSON, .. IMPROVEMENT, BY READING OR CONVERSATION by JOHN BYROM |