We have been patient -- and they named us weak; We have been silent -- and they judged us meek. Now, in the much-abused, high name of God We speak. Oh, not with faltering or uncertain tone -- With chosen words we make our meaning known, That like a great wind from the West shall shake The double throne. Our colors flame upon the topmost mast, -- We lift the glove so arrogantly cast, And in the much-abused, high name of God We speak at last. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ODES: BOOK 1: ODE 5. AGAINST SUSPICION by MARK AKENSIDE PRAYER OF THE LOST by ALETHEA TODD ALDERSON TO MY SWEETHEART by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE A MENDER OF CLOCKS by MARGARET E. BRUNER THE LORDS' MASQUE: FIRST DANCE by THOMAS CAMPION |