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A Day! Help! Help! Another Day!
Your prayers, oh Passer by!
From such a common ball as this
Might date a Victory!
From marshallings as simple
The flags of nations swang.
Steady—my soul: What issues
Upon thine arrow hang!
........a wonderful poem....hope someone gave ms. Emily some help....very nice to read..
flag on its own is limp downcast, mere fabric give him wind and in a second it springs to life to uphold its career in honour and pride it swings us into a sea of patriotism love for one's nation could man then be an island?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Steady—my soul: What issues Upon thine arrow hang! - - again the anxiety about a national problem and the awaiting issues there upon Emily is a poetry-Goddess- 10