I NOT least of stars thy star Of statehood shines, Where, in the north and far Beyond thy lines, Thy loyal children are, O Land o' Pines! II Lord o'er a thousand hills Katahdin looms; Thy silent forests hold Primeval glooms; And vales and plains unfold Their vasty rooms. III But these are not the things Thou prizest most,— These, nor thy streams, and lakes, And leagues of coast: What thy own sons are, makes Thy proudest boast. IV The torrent and the rock Mix in their blood,— The force that drives, and so Achieves the good; The heart that bears the blow As brave men should. V For many have shaped the deed In church and state; And many have helped to mould The nation's fate; And some, in days now old, In song were great. VI We greet thy landscapes fair Now and again; Thy wealth of field and mart We greet; and then We greet thee—as thou art— Mother of men. VII Far in the north thy star Shines steady and clear; And lo, not there alone It shines, nor here: Where'er thy sons are known That star is dear. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SONG OF THE BOW, FR. THE WHITE COMPANY by ARTHUR CONAN DOYLE THE OWL CRITIC by JAMES THOMAS FIELDS YOUTH by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON RORY O'MORE; OR, ALL FOR GOOD LUCK by SAMUEL LOVER SUMMER. THE SECOND PASTORAL, OR ALEXIS by ALEXANDER POPE SUMMER APPROACHES by MABEL WARREN ARNOLD |