Dreams are visions of the night; Dreams are musings of the day; By faith, He took those visions bright And molded them as potter's clay. A forest waste, a trackless plain, O'errun with beasts and red men bold, He made a fertile field of grain, Where souls grow large and lives unfold. Th' untutored man, by passions fanned In smothered feud and open hate, Now clasps with joy a brother's hand; -- He made them masters of the state. Bold tyranny must yield Him place; Oppression feel His power and might; Fair freedom shows her smiling face And gives to man His long-sought right. He gave His wealth, -- a little thing, -- He gave His life, -- 'twas all too brief; We own Him greater than a King, And nations join to hail Him Chief. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SONG OF HIAWATHA: PICTURE-WRITING by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW CROSSING THE PLAINS by CINCINNATUS HEINE MILLER IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 55 by ALFRED TENNYSON LAUS DEO! by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER PROMETHEUS UNBOUND: THE RED SEA by AESCHYLUS TO ONE WHO ASKS by MARY REYNOLDS ALDIS |