O thou enthroned above the skies, To whom all rule belongs; To thee shall suited worship rise From trusting mortal tongues. When desolating wars assail, When wrong defies the right, We raise to thee our just appeal And ask for conquering might. The bow and spear were powerless Against thy hosts of old; To-day our loyal armies bless And make thy servants bold. Ordain success to crown our arms And hasten righteous peace: Preserve our land from future harms And spread abroad thy grace. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FOUR BROTHERS by CARL SANDBURG MARRIAGE by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS TO BE CLOSELY WRITTEN ON A SMALL PIECE OF PAPER by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS STANZAS ON THE DEATH OF A FRIEND by REGINALD HEBER HIS GRANGE, OR PRIVATE WEALTH by ROBERT HERRICK OPPORTUNITY by NICCOLO MACHIAVELLI |