Her sister, thou, whose earthly lot is hard, Whose hands are worn from unremitting toil; Or hers, who lights her fire on alien soil, Whose whole life-purpose seems to be ill-starred; Mother of her who keeps a jealous guard Upon her home,—inspiring each to love The fatherland all other lands above, And for the will of Heaven to have regard. Oft since thy day, from homes like to thine own, Across whose threshold Fear's grim shadow fell, Men have fared forth, majestic and elate, Unto a waiting world God's truth to tell; Or seats to find in councils of the State,— Proving thy place puissant as a throne. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOMESDAY BOOK: IRMA LEESE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS HITS AND RUNS by CARL SANDBURG ELEGIAC SONNET: 2. WRITTEN AT THE CLOSE OF SPRING by CHARLOTTE SMITH SONNET TO HOPE by HELEN MARIA WILLIAMS LEAVE A KISS WITHIN THE CUP by AGATHIAS SCHOLASTICUS TO A MAID OF THIRTEEN by CHRISTOPHER BANNISTER |