YES! rear thy guardian hero's form On thy proud soil, thou Western World! A watcher through each sign of storm, O'er freedom's flag unfurl'd. There, as before a shrine to bow, Bid thy true sons their children lead The language of that noble brow For all things good shall plead. The spirit rear'd in patriot fight, The virtue born of home and hearth, There calmly throned, a holy light Shall pour o'er chainless earth. And let that work of England's hand, Sent through the blast and surge's roar, So girt with tranquil glory, stand For ages on thy shore! Such through all time the greetings be, That with the Atlantic billow sweeps! Telling the mighty and the free Of brothers o'er the deep! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FROM THE AGES WITH A SMILE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE ABSTINENT LOVER by ABUL BAHR THE WATER CROWVOOT by WILLIAM BARNES TWO SONNETS: 2 by DAVID P. BERENBERG PSALMS 71. PRAYER AND SONG OF THE AGED CHRISTIAN by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |