Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE SWORD IN ITS SCABBARD, by EFFIE WALLER SMITH Poet's Biography First Line: The sword is sheathed in its scabbard Last Line: And cherish such heroes true. Subject(s): Life; Soldiers; Spring | ||||||||
The sword is sheathed in its scabbard, The muskets are stacked away; The cannons are silent and rusted, And going to decay. Our battle-field deserted, Where Spring rains gently fall, We hear no more the drum-beat, Nor bugles sum'ning call. The grass is growing verdant, Over the many graves Of heroes brave, who fought to free The toiling, suff'ring slaves. How many, oh, how many, Enlisted in the strife! Youths into manhood budding, And men in the prime of life. Youths whose noble ambitions And hopes were laid aside; All for love of their country, For which many bled and died. Men who left behind them Wives and children, and all That were near and dear and precious, And went at their country's call. God bless our dear dead soldiers! God bless the living ones, too; Our nation will ever honor And cherish such heroes true. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPRING LEMONADE by TONY HOAGLAND A SPRING SONG by LYMAN WHITNEY ALLEN SPRING'S RETURN by GEORGE LAWRENCE ANDREWS ODE TO SPRING by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD ODE TO SPRING by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD SPRING FLOODS by MAURICE BARING SPRING IN WINTER by CHARLOTTE FISKE BATES SPRING ON THE PRAIRIE by HERBERT BATES THE FARMER'S BOY: SPRING by ROBERT BLOOMFIELD A GOOD-BYE by EFFIE WALLER SMITH |
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