On A Poet Patriot Poem by Thomas MacDonagh
On A Poet Patriot
His songs were a little phrase
Of eternal song,
Drowned in the harping of lays
More loud and long.
His deed was a single word,
Called out alone
In a night when no echo stirred
To laughter or moan.
But his songs new souls shall thrill,
The loud harps dumb,
And his deed the echoes fill
When the dawn is come.
Monday, September 20, 2010
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4/23/2024 10:17:27 AM # 1.0.0.1119
A beautiful tribute to a poet patriot