Arise, the Day is Passing
Dublin Core
Title
Arise, the Day is Passing
Description
Arise, for the day is passing—
While you lie dreaming on,
Your brothers are eased in armor,And forth to the fight are gone;
Your place in the ranks awaits you—Each man has a part to play;
The past and the future are nothingIn the face of stern to-day.
Of gaining a hard-fought field—
Of storming the airy fortress,Of bidding the giant yield;
Your future has deeds of glory,Of honor, (God grant it may!)
But your arm will never be stronger,Of needed as now to-day.
Her sunshine and storms forget!
No chains so unworthy to hold youAs those of a vain regret;
Sad or bright, she is lifeless ever—Cast her phantom arms away,
Nor look back save to learn the lessonOf a nobler strife to-day.
The sound that ou dimly hear
Is your enemy marching to battle—Rise! rise! for the foe is near!
Stay not to brighten your weapons,Or the hour will strike at last,
And from dreams of a coming battleYou will wake and find it past!
Source
1:23, p. 1
Date
12.24.2859
Collection
Citation
“Arise, the Day is Passing,” Periodical Poets, accessed September 8, 2024, https://periodicalpoets.com/items/show/615.
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