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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!
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About Angela Morgan (1875-1957) |
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Angela Morgan was born in Washington but moved to Kansas when his father started a business and a law practise that were both unsuccessful. When her father left for Colorado in the gold rush fever, Angela and her sisters formed a music quartet with her brother as a manager to earn a living. The group was disbanded when one of her sister died. To support her mother and her sisters, she write for the Chicago Daily American. Although she had held several positions in the literary world, her peers did not regard her as poets of rank. She always move from one place to another because of financial difficulties and was often dependant on generous benefactors to support her living. In 1935 Angela Morgan had to declare bankruptcy. Her poems and writings are full of hope and voice of optimism despite her financial problems. She died at Mount Marion, New York at the home of her friends. Her papers that were stored in a warehouse in Philadelphia were later auctioned to pay for the storage fees. |
