Yet here at least an earnest sense Of human right and weal is shown;... A hate of tyranny intense, And hearty in its vehemence, As if my brother's pain and sorrow were my own.
O Freedom! if to me belong Nor mighty Milton's gift divine, Nor Marvell's wit and graceful song. Still with a love as deep and strong As theirs, I lay, like them, my best gifts on thy shrine!LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
O Time and Change!--with hair as gray As was my sire's that winter day,... How strange it seems, with so much gone Of life and love, to still live on! Ah, brother! only I and thou Are left of all that circle now,-- The dear home faces whereupon That fitful firelight paled and shone.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
We ask for no statistics of the killed, For nothing political impinges on... This single casualty, or all those gone, Missing or healing, sinking or dispersed, Hundreds of thousands counted, millions lost.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
We too are ashes as we watch and hear The psalm, the sorrow, and the simple praise... Of one whose promised thoughts of other days Were such as ours, but now wholly destroyed, The service record of his youth wiped out, His dream dispersed by shot, must disappear.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »