Not Youth Pertains To Me
July 6, 2023Not Heaving From My Ribb’d Breast Only
July 6, 2023Not The Pilot
NOT the pilot has charged himself to bring his ship into port, though
beaten back, and many times baffled;
Not the path-finder, penetrating inland, weary and long,
By deserts parch’d, snows-chill’d, rivers wet, perseveres till he
reaches his destination,
More than I have charged myself, heeded or unheeded, to compose a
free march for These States,
To be exhilarating music to them–a battle-call, rousing to arms, if
need be–years, centuries hence.