Brave as a lion I must be To face this jeering world With my black face and rugged hair, When every lip is curled In bold derision as I pass A shadow on the looking glass. Braver than lions must I be To give to child of mine A heritage of certain scorn, A place amid the swine And bind him over to the sod— A tethered exile sorrow shod. Braver than all the brave must be The race of men I bear, Forged in the furnaces of hell And wrought to iron there. The future years have need of them I sense it tho my sight is dim. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AFTER TWO YEARS by RICHARD ALDINGTON I KNOW, I REMEMBER, BUT HOW CAN I HELP YOU by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE AWAKENING RIVER by KATHERINE MANSFIELD CHRISTMAS AT INDIAN POINT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS DOMESDAY BOOK: REV. PERCY FERGUSON by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |