AID, glorious Martyrs, from your fields of light, Our mortal ken! Inspire a perfect trust (While we look round) that Heaven's decrees are just: Which few can hold committed to a fight That shows, ev'n on its better side, the might Of proud Self-will, Rapacity, and Lust, 'Mid clouds enveloped of polemic dust, Which showers of blood seem rather to incite Than to allay. Anathemas are hurled From both sides; veteran thunders (the brute test Of truth) are met by fulminations new -- Tartarean flags are caught at, and unfurled -- Friends strike at friends -- the flying shall pursue -- And Victory sickens, ignorant where to rest! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ROMAN ROAD by THOMAS HARDY THE LIVING TEMPLE by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES ABYSS by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS CHARLIE MACHREE by WILLIAM JAMES HOPPIN THE WINDOW; OR, THE SONG OF THE WRENS: THE LETTER by ALFRED TENNYSON MY VERY PARTICULAR FRIEND by MARIA ABDY WHERE SHALL I DIE? by MARIA ABDY |