CHIEFTAINS, lead on! our hearts beat high, Lead on to Salem's towers! Who would not deem it bliss to die, Slain in a cause like ours? The brave who sleep in soil of thine, Die not entombed but shrined, O Palestine! Souls of the slain in holy war! Look from your sainted rest. Tell us ye rose in Glory's car, To mingle with the blest; Tell us how short the death pang's power, How bright the joys of your immortal bower. Strike the loud harp, ye minstrel train Pour forth your loftiest lays; Each heart shall echo to the strain Breathed in the warrior's praise. Bid every string triumphant swell The inspiring sounds that heroes love so well. Salem! amidst the fiercest hour, The wildest rage of fight, Thy name shall lend our falchions power, And nerve our hearts with might. Envied be those for thee that fall, Who find their graves beneath thy sacred wall. For them no need that sculptured tomb Should chronicle their fame, Or pyramid record their doom, Or deathless verse their name; It is enough that dust of thine Should shroud their forms, O blessed Palestine! Chieftains, lead on! our hearts beat high For combat's glorious hour; Soon shall the red-cross banner fly On Salem's loftiest tower! We burn to mingle in the strife, Where but to die ensures eternal life. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SUMMER WIND by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT THE SONG OF HIAWATHA: HIAWATHA'S FASTING by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE SHEPHEARDES CALENDER: APRIL by EDMUND SPENSER SONNET: 2. FEBRUARY AFTERNOON by PHILIP EDWARD THOMAS TO AN ISLE IN THE WATER by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THIS FLESH by KENNETH SLADE ALLING THE GRAVE OF COLUMBUS by JOANNA BAILLIE THE INGOLDSBY PENANCE!; A LEGEND OF PALESTINE AND -- WEST KENT by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM |