A carol closing sixty-nine -- a resume -- a repetition, My lines in joy and hope continuing on the same, Of ye, O God, Life, Nature, Freedom, Poetry; Of you, my Land -- your rivers, prairies, States -- you, mottled Flag I love, Your aggregate retain'd entire -- Of north, south, east and west, your items all; Of me myself -- the jocund heart yet beating in my breast, The body wreck'd, old, poor and paralyzed -- the strange inertia falling pall-like round me, The burning fires down in my sluggish blood not yet extinct, The undiminish'd faith -- the groups of loving friends. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NIGHTFALL IN DORDRECHT by EUGENE FIELD THE SURPRISE AT TICONDEROGA [MAY 10, 1775] by MARY ANNA PHINNEY STANSBURY EXPLANATION by VIRGINIA A. ALLIN THE GRAVE OF COLUMBUS by JOANNA BAILLIE TO MY TOTEM by HENRY CHARLES BEECHING SHADOWS ON THE WALL by ALEXANDER (ALEKSANDR) ALEXANDROVICH BLOK |