"Bear me out of the battle, for lo! I am sorely wounded." I FROM out my deep, wide-bosomed West, Where unnamed heroes hew the way For worlds to follow, with stern zest, -- Where gnarled old maples make array, Deep-scarred from red men gone to rest, -- Where pipes the quail, where squirrels play Through tossing trees, with nuts for toy, A boy steps forth, clear-eyed and tall, A bashful boy, a soulful boy, Yet comely as the sons of Saul, -- A boy, all friendless, poor, unknown, Yet heir-apparent to a throne. II Lo! Freedom's bleeding sacrifice! So, like some tall oak tempest-blown, Beside the storied stream he lies Now at the last, pale-browed and prone. A nation kneels with streaming eyes, A nation supplicates the throne, A nation holds him by the hand, A nation sobs aloud at this: The only dry eyes in the land Now at the last, I think, are his. Why, we should pray, God knoweth best, That this grand, patient soul should rest. III The world is round. The wheel has run Full circle. Now behold a grave Beneath the old loved trees is done. The druid oaks lift up, and wave A solemn welcome back. The brave Old maples murmur, every one, "Receive him, Earth!" In centre land, As in the centre of each heart, As in the hollow of God's hand, The coffin sinks. And with it part All party hates! Now, not in vain He bore his peril and hard pain. IV Therefore, I say, rejoice! I say, The lesson of his life was much, -- This boy that won, as in a day, The world's heart utterly; a touch Of tenderness and tears: the page Of history grows rich from such; His name the nation's heritage, -- But oh! as some sweet angel's voice Spake this brave death that touched us all. Therefore, I say, Rejoice! Rejoice! Run high the flags! Put by the pall! Lo! all is for the best for all! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SALLY SIMKIN'S LAMENT by THOMAS HOOD JAFFAR by JAMES HENRY LEIGH HUNT THE BARTHOLDI STATUE by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER WHERE LIES THE LAND by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH FOOTLIGHT MOTIFS: 2. PHOEBE FOSTER by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS THE LAST LULLABY by HENRY BATAILLE |