Clear fount of light! my native land on high, Bright with a glory that shall never fade! Mansion of truth! without a veil or shade, Thy holy quiet meets the spirit's eye. There dwells the soul in its ethereal essence, Gasping no longer for life's feeble breath; But, sentinelled in heaven, its glorious presence With pitying eye beholds, yet fears not, death. Beloved country! banished from thy shore, A stranger in this prison-house of clay, The exiled spirit weeps and sighs for thee! Heavenward the bright perfections I adore Direct, and the sure promise cheers the way, That, whither love aspires, there shall my dwelling be. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TEARS IN SLEEP by LOUISE BOGAN THE MAN-OF-WAR HAWK by HERMAN MELVILLE LINES COMPOSED AT GRASMERE by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH ANOTHER REAPER by WILLIAM H. ARMSTRONG III PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 59. AL-MUBDI by EDWIN ARNOLD |