LAND of the North! I waft to thee The South's warm @3benedicite@1! Thou camest when all was grief and pain, The feverish blood, the tortured brain, When through hot veins delirium ran, Thou cam'st, the true Samaritan! The charm of ruthful grace divine, The golden oil and perfumed wine, Have soothed far deeper wounds than those Which harmed the body's hale repose; On anguished souls dropped purely calm, And sweet as Mary's "spikenard" balm! Lo! now o'er all the world are drawn @3Clear@1 splendors of the New-year's dawn! O North! O South! let warfare cease! Hark! to @3that@1 prince whose name is peace! And ere time's new-born child departs, Be joined in hands and joined in hearts! Once wedded thus, O North! O South! Should discord ope her Marah mouth, Smite the foul lips so basely fain To outpour hate's salt tides again: Long raged the storm, long lowered the night, -- O faction, fly our morning light! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A CASTILIAN SONG by SARA TEASDALE VIGNETTES OVERSEAS: 8. FLORENCE by SARA TEASDALE THE SCARLET TANAGER by JOEL BENTON MY HEART'S IN THE HIGHLANDS by ROBERT BURNS THE GLOVE AND THE LIONS by JAMES HENRY LEIGH HUNT A LAST PRAYER by HELEN MARIA HUNT FISKE JACKSON |