Through the packed horror of the night
It rose up like a star,
And sailed into the infinite,
Where the immortals are.
“Down brakes!” One splendid hard-held breath,
And lo, an unknown name
Strode into sovereignty from death
Trailing a path of flame!
“Jump!”--“I remain.”--No needless word,
No vagueness in his breast;
Along his blood the swift test stirred--
He answered to the test,
Gripped his black peril like a vise,
And, as be grappled, saw
That life is one with sacrifice,
And duty one with law.
Home:--but his feet grew granite fast;
Wife:--yet he did not reel;
Babes:--ah, they tugged! but to the last
He stood as true as steel.
Above his own heart’s lovingness,
Above another’s crime,
Above the immitigable stress,
Above himself and time,
Smote loving Comfort on the cheek,
Gave quibbling Fear the lie,
Taught ambling Fluence how to speak,
And brave men how to die.
Who said the time of kings was gone?
Who said our Alps were low,
And not by God’s airs blown upon?
Behold, it is not so!
Out from the palace and the hut,
Dwarf-fronted, lame of will,
Limp our marred Joves and giants--but
Sceptered for mastery still,
And clothed with puissance to quell
Whatever mobs of shame
Are leagued within us, with such spell
As David Simmons’ name.