L us sing the song of a man,
A man who was made of the clay
And built of the stuff of to-day:
A man who came up from the throng,
Came up from the weak and was strong
And sweet as the breath of the
hay.
Not the chief of a people we sing,
Nor the head of a caste or a clan,
But a kinglier man than a king—
Let us sing the Song of a Man.
Let us sing the Song of a Man.
One raised to a mighty estate
And crowned as the darling of
fate,
Who was ever too good to be weak,
Who was never too high to be meek,
And was never too proud to be
great.
A leader of men without pride,
Who loved not his place in the
van,
But who led men and marched by their side—
Let us sing the Song of a Man.
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The iron-faced captains of fate,
The strong sons of power who drill
And wrench the whole world to
their will,
Who tread down opposers and climb
O’er the dead to the summits of time,
Till the earth, sick with battles,
is still,—
Not of such was the man that we sing;
Yet we deem him as strong and
as great
As was ever a blood-drunken king,
Or the iron-faced captains of
fate.
He sent forth the thunders of war
Where the rights of mankind were
denied;
He sent forth the Navies of Pride
To frighten the seas with their flame
And the isles with the fear of his name,—
This man who loved peace as a
bride.
We followed the lead of the mild
As the lead of a calm-shining
star,
When this man with the heart of a child
Sent forth all the thunders of
war.
Let us sing the Song of a Soul
That was sent up too early to
God,
And torn like a flower from the
sod,
Torn up in its fulness [sic] of bloom,
In the height of its perfect perfume
As a weed is torn up from the
clod. [151][152]
But the soul does not die with the breath
But mounts, so we dream, to its
goal,—
And his soul shines the brighter through death—
Let us sing the Song of a Soul.
Let us sing the Song of a Man.
The years and the centuries fly
And princes and presidents die;
And the years shall resound with the tones
Of the crashing of overturned thrones,
As the footsteps of doom thunder
by.
But a man is more than a throne,
Is more than a king or a khan,—
Leave this man with his manhood alone,—
Let us sing the Song of a Man.
