And who the bravest of the brave; The bravest hero ever born? 'Twas one who dared a felon's grave, Who dared to bear the scorn of scorn. Nay, more than this; when sword was drawn And vengeance waited for His word, He looked with pitying eyes upon The scene, and said, "Put up thy sword." Oh God! could man be found today As brave to do, as brave to say? "Put up thy sword into its sheath." Put up thy sword, put up thy sword! By Cedron's brook thus spake beneath The olive-trees our valiant Lord, Spake calm and king-like. Sword and stave And torch, and stormy men of death Made clamor. Yet He spake not, save With loving word and patient breath, The peaceful olive-boughs beneath, "Put up thy sword within its sheath." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ICE-CREAM SANDWICH by KAREN SWENSON THE LOST MISTRESS by ROBERT BROWNING LAURENCE BLOOMFIELD IN IRELAND: 8. THE EVICTION by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM ARMSTRONG'S GOOD NIGHT by THOMAS ARMSTRONG THE FOUR ZOAS: NIGHTS THE SEVENTH AND EIGHTH by WILLIAM BLAKE ON THE LOSS OF A PIOUS FRIEND by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD |