Oh, it were better dying there, On glory's front, with trumpet's blare, And battle's shout blent wild about -- The sense of sacrifice, the roar Of war! The soul might well leap out -- The brave, white soul leap boldly out The door of wounds, and up the stair Of heaven to God's open door, While yet the knees were bent in prayer. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LEAVES FIRST by CARL PHILLIPS ODE SUNG IN THE TOWN HALL, CONCORD, JULY 4, 1857 by RALPH WALDO EMERSON SUMMER. THE SECOND PASTORAL, OR ALEXIS by ALEXANDER POPE THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 51. WILLOWWOOD (3) by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI SONNET (3) by CHARLES HAMILTON SORLEY THE RIVER STOUR by WILLIAM BARNES |