In Memoriam

by

Voltairine DeCleyre


(To General M. M. Trumbull)


Back to thy breast, 0 Mother, turns thy child,

He whom thou garmentedst in steel of truth,

And sent forth, strong in the glad heart of youth,

To sing the wakening song in ears beguiled

By tyrants' promises and flatterers' smiles;

These searched his eyes, and knew nor threats nor wiles,

Might shake the steady stars within their blue,

Nor win one truckling word from off those lips,—

No—not for gold nor praise, nor aught men do

To dash the Sun of Honor with eclipse.

O, Mother Liberty, those eyes are dark,

And the brave lips are white and cold and dumb;

But fair in other Souls, through time to come,

Fanned by thy breath glows the Immortal Spark.



(1894)



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