THE TRUMPETER
by: Thomas Wentworth Higginson
(1823-1911)
- BLEW, I
blew, the trumpet loudly sounding;
- I blew, I blew, the heart within me bounding;
- The world was fresh and fair, yet dark with wrong,
- And men stood forth to conquer at the song--
- I blew! I blew! I blew!
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- The field is won, the minstrels loud are crying,
- And all the world is peace, and I am dying.
- Yet this forgotten life was not in vain;
- Enough if I alone recall the strain,
- I blew! I blew! I blew!
"The Trumpeter" is reprinted
from The Little Book of American Poets: 1787-1900. Ed.
Jessie B. Rittenhouse. Cambridge: Riverside Press, 1915. |
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