I hear an Army! <br />Millions of men coming up from the edge of the world, <br />The ring of unnumbered feet ever louder and louder <br />Comes on and an like a mighty untameable tide, <br />Steady, implacable, out of the North and the South, <br />Out of the East, and the West, they answer the call <br />Of her who stands, her eyes towards God and the stars, <br />Liberty, daughter of God, calling her men. <br /> <br />What manner of men are these? Like the desert sands <br />Uncounted, many as locusts, darkening the sky? <br />White men, black men, men of the tawny gold, <br />Golden-eyed like the lion, sons of the sun, <br />Men from the snow, their eyes like frost or a sword: <br />They have but one heart, one desire, they run one way. <br />Hurrying, hurrying to the shrill trumpet call. <br /> <br />Men from the ice-floes, men from the jungles come; <br />This from the arms of his bride, that from his dead. <br />Men from the plough, the mart, the mill and the street <br />They run: they are heroes: the fire fuses them all. <br />Head uplifted and proud, like heroes they step, <br />Singing their battle song in the troubled dawn <br />Of the day of Liberty, flaming torch of the world. <br />I hear an Army!<br /><br />Katharine Tynan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-call-39/
