Great Captain, glorious in our wars - No meed of praise we hold from him About his brow we wreathe the stars The coming ages shall not dim. The cloud-sent man! Was it not he That from the hand of adverse fate Snatched the white flower of victory ? He spoke no word, but saved the State, Yet History, as she brooding bends Above the tablet on her knee. The impartial stylus half suspends, And fain would blot the cold decree The iron hand and sleepless care That stayed disaster scarce availed To serve him when he came to wear The civic laurel: there he failed." Who runs may read; but nothing mars That nobler record unforgot. Great Captain, glorious in our wars - All else the heart remembers not. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DEATH AND THE MONK by ARTHUR E. BAKER SONNET: ONE NEW YEAR'S EVE by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON ASOLANDO: POETICS by ROBERT BROWNING THE LITTLE ONES by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON MASQUE AT THE MARRIAGE OF THE EARL OF SOMERSET: SECOND SQUIRE (2) by THOMAS CAMPION THERE IS A MAN ON THE CROSS by ELIZABETH CHENEY (1859-) VALE by WILFRED ROWLAND CHILDE |