REJOICE! Rejoice! The New World hath a voice; A voice of tragedy and mirth, Sounding clear through all the earth; A voice of music, tender and sublime, Kin to the master-music of all time. Here ye, and know, -- While the chords throb with poignant pause and flow, -- Of the New World the mystic, lyric heart, Breathed in undaunted art: Her pomp of days, her glittering nights; The rich surprise And miracle of iridescent skies; Her lovely lowlands and imperial heights; Her glooms and gladness; Her oceans thundering on a thousand shores; Her wild-wood madness; Her streams adream with memory that deplores The red inhabitants evanished and undone That follow, follow to far lands beyond the setting sun. And echoes one may hear of ancient lores From the Old World's well-loved shores, -- Primal loves, and quenchless hates; Striving lives, and conquering fates; Elves innocently antic Or wild-eyed, frantic; Shadow-heroes, passionate, gigantic, -- Sons and daughters of the prime That moved the mighty bards to noble rhyme. Rejoice! Rejoice! The New World hath new music -- and a voice! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A BALLAD OF WHITECHAPEL by ISAAC ROSENBERG FROM THE SHORE by CARL SANDBURG INSOMNIA by EDITH MATILDA THOMAS ARIZONA SUMMER by ELEANOR BALDWIN THE THING TO DO by GAMALIEL BRADFORD CLEVEDON VERSES: 7. NORTON WOOD (DORA'S BIRTHDAY) by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN |