With somewhat of thy lofty faith
We lay thy outworn garment by,
Give death but what belongs to death,
And life the life that cannot die!
Not for a soul like thine the calm
Of selfish ease and joys of sense;
But duty, more than crown or palm,
Its own exceeding recompense.
Go up and on thy day well done,
Its morning promise well fulfilled,
Arise to triumphs yet unwon,
To holier tasks that God has willed.
Go, leave behind thee all that mars
The work below of man for man;
With the white legions of the stars
Do service such as angels can.
Wherever wrong shall right deny
Or suffering spirits urge their plea,
Be thine a voice to smite the lie,
A hand to set the captive free!
*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK, POEMS IN WARTIME ***
By John Greenleaf Whittier
*** This file should be named wit1910.txt or wit1910.zip ***
Corrected EDITIONS of our etexts get a new NUMBER, wit1911.txt
VERSIONS based on separate sources get new LETTER, wit1910a.txt
This eBook was produced by David Widger [widger@cecomet.net]
Project Gutenberg eBooks are often created from several printed
editions, all of which are confirmed as Public Domain in the US
unless a copyright notice is included.
Pages:
32
33
34
35
36
37
38
39
40
41
42
43
44
45
46
47
48
49
50
51
52
53
54
55