DEAR COUNTRYMEN, whate'er is left to us Of ancient heritage -- Of manners, speech, of humours, polity The limited horizon of our stage -- Old love, hope, fear, All this I fain would fix upon the page; That so the coming age, Lost in the empire's mass, Yet haply longing for their fathers, here May see, as in a glass, What they held dear -- May say, "'Twas thus and thus They lived"; and, as the time-flood onward rolls, Secure an anchor for their Keltic souls. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE OLD SEXTON by PARK BENJAMIN ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 47 by PHILIP SIDNEY TRAILING ARBUTUS by HENRY ABBEY UNDER THE WHARF by IDA COLE BARTLATT THE ARTIST TO HIS WIFE by STANLEY KILNER BOOTH ON GLENRIDDEL'S FOX BREAKING HIS CHAIN by ROBERT BURNS A COMMENT ON THE SCRIPTURE: 'IN THE BEGINNING WAS THE WORD', JOHN, I,1 by JOHN BYROM |