Out on the quest, O you who went, Out on the quest magnificent. Out to the call and faring on Up far wide fields in the great white dawn Of a world's new day; with the student look Lifted but late from the half-thumbed book— The clean young page and the thought unsaid, The leaf uncut and the page gone red. Out to the call, O you who went, And the call's dear cost, we who are sent— The call's dear cost should ignorance guide, Courting a fall should incompetence ride. We, too, have dreams and we give them all As we give them once does the splendid call. And splendid the wash of ripe young blood; And splendid the petty borne bravely, the mud; And splendid the failing high faith. Hark, the drum! Marching a million strong, we come Out on the quest, we who are sent, With our faith and our dreams to you who went. And thine the call, O Humanity, As thine the sweat and the agony. And we shall win, so right is right And God is God. And each hurt flight, Each hell-swept field, each gulping sea Is spelling out @3"Victory!" "Victory!"@1 By each white dawn's ooze, each death-sweat thin Is building the blood-song, @3"We win!" "We win!"@1 So good our cause, O you who went! So fine the quest, we who are sent! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PLOUGHMAN by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES THE DYING SWAN by THOMAS STURGE MOORE DEATH THE LEVELLER, FR. THE CONTENTION OF AJAX AND ULYSSES by JAMES SHIRLEY TO THE CASTLE OF DONEGAL by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM BOTHWELL: PART 3 by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN ASPIRATIONS: 9 by MATHILDE BLIND |