Pass down the aisle of buried years to-night, And stand uncovered in that holy place Where noble structures lift their hallowed height Beneath a bending Heaven's chaste embrace, The fruit of those who scorned the path of ease, To buckle on the armaments of care Like to the Son of Man Himself, were these Who gave themselves for brother men—less fair. Before the blinding footlights of to-day We man our parts within Life's tragic play, Full mindful of the earnest love and care That keeps eternal watch and vigil there; Nor do they need fair monuments and scrolls— Their memories are deathless in our souls. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BRER RABBIT, YOU'S DE CUTES' OF 'EM ALL by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON FLUTE-PRIEST SONG FOR RAIN; CEREMONIAL AT THE SUN SPRING by AMY LOWELL SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: JOSEPH DIXON by EDGAR LEE MASTERS CALIFORNIA CITY LANDSCAPE by CARL SANDBURG TO W.P.: 1 by GEORGE SANTAYANA |