OH, you young radicals and dreamers, You dauntless fledglings Who pass by my headstone, Mock not its record of my captaincy in the army And my faith in God! They are not denials of each other. Go by reverently, and read with sober care How a great people, riding with defiant shouts The centaur of Revolution, Spurred and whipped to frenzy, Shook with terror, seeing the mist of the sea Over the precipice they were nearing, And fell from his back in precipitate awe To celebrate the Feast of the Supreme Being. Moved by the same sense of vast reality Of life and death, and burdened as they were With the fate of a race, How was I, a little blasphemer, Caught in the drift of a nation's unloosened flood, To remain a blasphemer, And a captain in the army? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VALENTINES TO MY MOTHER: 1880 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI PSALM 23. DOMINUS REGIT ME by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 35 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH ON THE LOSS OF PROFESSOR FISHER by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD THE INDIAMAN by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN THE CONSTELLATIONS by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT KNOWN BY HIS WORKS by ALICE CARY |