With legends of kept faith, unbroken hope,
And quenchless gleam on gorge and icy slope.
Thus Moses leading to the very door
Of promise might not cross its threshold o'er—
Yet towers secure the leader evermore!
THE KNOWN SOLDIER
(For the day of President Wilson's burial)
(February 7, 1924)
Now through the stifling air thick with the murk
Of self and pettiness—shame's perfect work—
A sense of greatness spreads from sea to sea;
For greatness was, when, bound in unity
Of generous aim, men of our blended race
Stood looking each into his neighbor's face
And said, "This towering thought, this cleaving word
Speaks for America"—and the world heard.
Then, with new vision of unwonted scope,
They lifted up their eyes to the hills of hope.
To-day remembered greatness stirs again
The spirit that kindled once the hearts of men.
And out from smoldering embers starts a flame
