Poem by Richard Watson Gilder

The New Day. Part 3. 2. “My Love for Thee Doth March Like Armèd Men”

My love for thee doth march like armèd men,
     ⁠Against a queenly city they would take.
⁠     Along the army's front its banners shake;
     ⁠Across the mountain and the sun-smit plain
It stedfast sweeps as sweeps the stedfast rain;
⁠     And now the trumpet makes the still air quake,
⁠     And now the thundering cannon doth awake
⁠     Echo on echo, echoing loud again.
But, lo! the conquest higher than bard e'er sung:
⁠     Instead of answering cannon, proud surrender!
⁠     Joyful the iron gates are open flung
And, for the conqueror, welcome gay and tender!
⁠     O, bright the invader's path with tribute flowers,
     ⁠While comrade flags flame forth on wall and towers!

1. The New Day. Part 4. 2. The Mirror
2. The New Day. Part 3. 5. “I Will Be Brave for Thee”
3. The Celestial Passion. Part 2. 3. A Madonna of Fra Lippo Lippi
4. The New Day. Part 4. 16. “Love Is Not Bond to Any Man”
5. The New Day. Part 2. 1. Words without Song

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