Richard Chenevix Trench
Richard Chenevix Trench Poems
|2.||To a Robin Redbreast||7/2/2015|
|4.||On Perseus and Medusa||12/10/2015|
|5.||New Year's Eve||12/11/2015|
|7.||On Leaving Rome||8/5/2016|
|8.||After The Battle||1/1/2004|
|10.||The Onward Course||1/1/2004|
|12.||In A Pass Of Bavaria||1/1/2004|
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Now the third and fatal conflict for the Persian throne was done,
And the Moslem's fiery valor had the crowning victory won.
Harmosan, the last and boldest the invader to defy,
Captive overborne by numbers, they were bringing forth to die.
Then exclaimed the noble captive: "Lo! I perish in my thirst;
Give me but one drink of water, and let then arrive the worst!"
In his hand he took the goblet, but awhle the draught forbore,
Seeming doubtully the purpose of the foemen to explore.
Well might then have paused the bravest -- for around him angry ...
Lord, what a change within us one short hour
Spent in Thy presence will prevail to make --
What heavy burdens from our bosoms take,
What parchèd grounds refresh, as with a shower!
We kneel, and all around us seems to lower;
We rise, and all, the distant and the near,
Stands forth in sunny outline, brave and clear;
We kneel how weak, we rise how full of power!
Why, therefore, should we do ourselves this wrong,