All hail! fair vistas break upon the view, The gates swing wide and free with clanging sound, Rejoice! a mighty champion is found, Son of the morning, prescient and true. Upon the threshold of a cycle new He stands, and sentinels its virgin ground, Seer in his poet-visioning profound, Presaging vaster reaches—skies more blue. Lifting their misty glances to the day, The prismic children pass the erstwhile bars, Exultant, swiftly, boundingly they stray, Awhile forgetful of deep, hidden scars Thus, as a golden legend time shall tell Of him who wrought so mightily and well! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FABLES: 1ST SER. 5. THE WILD BOAR AND THE RAM by JOHN GAY BEAUTIFUL MEALS by THOMAS STURGE MOORE THE CANDLE by GHALIB IBN RIBAH AL-HAJJAM ON THE BACKWARDNESS OF THE SPRING 1771 by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE MAGNOLIA TREE by EASTER ROHRER BECKER |