Oliver Wendell Holmes

Oliver Wendell Holmes

Aug 29, 1809 - Oct 7, 1894


Qui Vive!

by Oliver Wendell Holmes

Qui Vive! The sentry's musket rings,
The channelled bayonet gleams;
High o'er him, like a raven's wings
The broad tri-colored banner flings
Its shadow, rustling as it swings
Pale in the moonlight beams;
Pass on! while steel-clad sentries keep
Their vigil o'er the monarch's sleep,
Thy bare, unguarded breast
Asks not the unbroken, bristling zone
That girds yon sceptred trembler's throne; --
Pass on, and take thy rest!

Qui vive! How oft the midnight air
That startling cry has borne!
How oft the evening breeze has fanned
The banner of this haughty land,
O'er mountain snow and desert sand,
Ere yet its folds were torn!
Through Jena's carnage flying red,
Or tossing o'er Marengo's dead,
Or curling on the towers
Where Austria's eagle quivers yet,
And suns the ruffled plumage, wet
With battle's crimson showers!

Qui vive! And is the sentry's cry, --
The sleepless soldier's hand, --
Are these, -- the painted folds that fly --
And lift their emblems, printed high,
On morning mist and sunset sky, --
The guardians of a land?
No! If the patriot's pulses sleep,
How vain the watch that hirelings keep, --
The idle flag that waves,
When Conquest, with his iron heel,
Treads down the standards and the steel
That belt the soil of slaves!


Copyright 1861
Boston: Ticknor And Fields
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