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Post by :philbrito
Category :Poems
Author :Edward Doyle
Date :July 2011
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U. S. Senator James A. O'gorman And The Stalwarts
On toward the Senate scuds a thunder-rack--Nay, cyclone--and the columns--all star-straight--
Of Freedom's Temple sway with the roof's flood-weight.
Ye Stalwarts who scorn off a fate, pitch-black,
Holding the columns, let no sinew slack.
A crash and through the roof, what floods of hate!
Still, ye budge not, for "Freedom," your teeth grate,
"Shall lie no wreck along the cyclone's track."
Oh, not for you was dark the time to slumber,
But to hold Freedom's columns all star-plumb!
Yours was a watery grave, but Martyrdom
And, hence, your resurrection with the number,
Whose greatness greatens, as the Ages come
To know why their pathway, no wrecks encumber.
(The end)
Edward Doyle's poem: U. S. Senator James A. O'gorman And The Stalwarts
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