THE trumpet's voice hath roused the land -- Light up the beacon pyre! A hundred hills have seen the brand, And waved the sign of fire. A hundred banners to the breeze Their gorgeous folds have cast -- And, hark! was that the sound of seas? A king to war went past. The chief is arming in his hall, The peasant by his hearth; The mourner hears the thrilling call, And rises from the earth. The mother on her first-born son Looks with a boding eye -- They come not back, though all be won, Whose young hearts leap so high. The bard hath ceased his song, and bound The falchion to his side; E'en, for the marriage altar crowned, The lover quits his bride. And all this haste, and change, and fear, By earthly clarion spread! -- How will it be when kingdoms hear The blast that wakes the dead? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE POPLAR FIELD by WILLIAM COWPER WOMAN'S CONSTANCY by JOHN DONNE HAILSTORM IN MAY by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS HENRY WARD BEECHER by CHARLES HENRY PHELPS A TEAMSTER'S FAREWELL by CARL SANDBURG SOMETIMES WITH ONE I LOVE by WALT WHITMAN THE PALM TREE by ABD-AR RAHMAN I |