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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
ON LAYING THE CORNER-STONE OF THE BUNKER HILL MOMUMENT, by JOHN PIERPONT Poet's Biography First Line: Oh, is not this a holy spot? Last Line: And thy right hand shall guard their fame. Subject(s): Bunker Hill Monument | |||
OH, is not this a holy spot? 'T is the high place of Freedom's birth! God of our fathers! is it not The holiest spot of all the earth? Quenched is thy flame on Horeb's side; The robber roams o'er Sinai now; And those old men, thy seers, abide No more on Zion's mournful brow. But on this hill thou, Lord, hast dwelt, Since round its head the war-cloud curled, And wrapped our fathers, where they knelt In prayer and battle for a world. Here sleeps their dust: 't is holy ground: And we, the children of the brave, From the four winds are gathering round, To lay our offering on their grave. Free as the winds around us blow, Free as the waves below us spread, We rear a pile, that long shall throw Its shadow on their sacred bed. But on their deeds no shade shall fall, While o'er their couch thy sun shall flame. Thine ear was bowed to hear their call, And thy right hand shall guard their fame. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FOURTH OF JULY by JOHN PIERPONT THE PILGRIM FATHERS by JOHN PIERPONT WARREN'S ADDRESS [TO THE AMERICANS] [AT BUNKER HILL] [JUNE 17, 1775] by JOHN PIERPONT DEATH OF CHARLES FOLLEN by JOHN PIERPONT ECONOMY OF SLAVERY by JOHN PIERPONT EVENING HYMN [FOR A CHILD] by JOHN PIERPONT HER WORDS AND PRAYERS by JOHN PIERPONT HYMN FOR THE AFRICAN COLONIZATION SOCIETY by JOHN PIERPONT HYMN FOR THE FIRST OF AUGUST by JOHN PIERPONT I WOULD NOT LIVE ALWAYS by JOHN PIERPONT |
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