poem: Stand Forth

Stand forth, my soul, and grip thy woe,


Buckle the sword and face thy foe.

What right hast thou to be afraid

When all the universe will aid?

Ten thousand rally to thy name,

Horses and chariots of flame.

Do others fear? Do others fail?

My soul must grapple and prevail.

My soul must scale the mountainside

And with the conquering army ride–

Stand forth, my soul!



Stand forth, my soul, and take command.

‘Tis I, thy master, bid thee stand.

Claim thou thy ground and thrust thy foe,

Plead not thine enemy should go.

Let others cringe! My soul is free,

No hostile host can conquer me.

There lives no circumstance so great

Can make me yield, or doubt my fate.

My soul must know what kings have known.

Must reach and claim its rightful throne–

Stand forth, my soul!

Angela Morgan