City Drum
by Paramahansa Yogananda

 

'Tis morn.  I hear
In rolling wheels the song
Of a marching world
So strong.
 
I love to be roused
From silent sleep
By the early hum
Of active-city drum. 
 
The drum doth beat 
To loudly greet
All heroes true
That would die or do;
That meet the morning's foe
Of worry or of woe
With a dauntless smile,
And thus success beguile
Unto the happy camp
Where peace e'er burn its lamp.
 
With noisy hum
The city drum
Announces true and strong:
"The world is marching on."

 

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