I think the scourge was made for men That have the power to rise again. Because when scourged such beasts as I Have no alternative. We die. At death, we lose, man gains a soul. We forfeit, he attains the goal. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE MOUNTAIN FASTNESS by HAYDEN CARRUTH STREET CRIES: 6. TO RICHARD WAGNER by SIDNEY LANIER TO J. D. H. (KILLED AT SURREY C. H., OCTOBER, 1866) by SIDNEY LANIER |