Hark! the Alleluias of the great salvation, Still beginning, never ending, still begin. The thunder of an endless adoration: Open ye the gates, that the righteous nation Which have kept the truth may enter in. Roll ye back, ye pearls, on your twelvefold station: No more deaths to die, no more fights to win I Lift your heads, ye gates, that the righteous nation, Led by the Great Captain of their sole salvation. Having kept the truth, may enter in. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VARIATIONS: 10 by CONRAD AIKEN NOT TRANSHISTORICAL DEATH, OR AT LEAST NOT QUITE by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE WILLOW by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON DOWN BY THE CARIB SEA: 5. THE DANCING GIRL by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON |