O NOBLE youth that held our honour in keeping, And bore it sacred through the battle flame, How shall we give full measure of acclaim To thy sharp labour, thy immortal reaping? For though we sowed with doubtful hands, half sleeping, Thou in thy vivid pride hast reaped a nation, And brought it in with shouts and exultation, With drums and trumpets, with flags flashing and leaping. Let us bring pungent wreaths of balsam, and tender Tendrils of wild-flowers, lovelier for thy daring, And deck a sylvan shrine, where the maple parts The moonlight, with lilac bloom, and the splendour Of suns unwearied; all unwithered wearing Thy valour stainless in our heart of hearts. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HOW ARE YOU, SANITARY?' by FRANCIS BRET HARTE LAST AND WORST by FRANCES EKIN ALLISON MEARY'S SMILE by WILLIAM BARNES FOR NOEL (WHERE A GATE SWINGS EITHER WAY) by BEULAH ALLYNE BELL THE PARIAH by JAMES EDWIN CAMPBELL OBSERVATIONS IN THE ART OF ENGLISH POESY: 21. ELEGIAC VERSE: THE FOURTH EPIGRAM by THOMAS CAMPION FLIRTATION; A DIALOGUE by GEORGE CRABBE THE CHEMISTRY OF CHARACTER by ELIZABETH DORNEY AN EVENING'S LOVE, OR THE MOCK ASTROLOGER: PROLOGUE by JOHN DRYDEN |