Thy soul hath revelled in the forests green; The solemn purple plains; The immense far range of hills whose summits hoar Mix with the eternal blue; the ceaseless roar Of rivers swollen by Titanic rains: Somewhat thy soul hath gathered of the might Of thine America; by day, by night, Watching, thy gaze hath won A measured glimpse of what man's eyes shall see; While Europe's slaves to kings have bent the knee Thou, yokeless, hast been vassal of the sun: Thou, scaling thought's untrodden mountain-sides, Hast felt the heart of Freedom like a bride's Against thine own heart beat; While the old world struggled, cramped by prison-bars, Thou, seeking Freedom's palace lit by stars, Didst pass the heights where storms and the eagles meet. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE TOKEN by FRANK TEMPLETON PRINCE THE OLD BRIDGE by SEYMOUR GREEN WHEELER BENJAMIN AN OFFERING by ANNE MILLAY BREMER THE STREAMS by FRANCES BROWN (1816-1864) A LETTER: A MANDARIN TO HIS WIFE by JESSIE MCINTOSH BROWN THE PLUCKY PRINCE by MAY BRYANT CIVILIZED by BEULA CHAMBERLAIN TO HIS LOVED SON, NAT. FIELD, AND HIS WEATHER-COCK WOMAN by GEORGE CHAPMAN (1559-1634) |