Welcome, most welcome to our Vowes and us, Most great, and universall Genius! The Drooping West, which hitherto has stood As one, in long-lamented-widow-hood; Looks like a Bride now, or a bed of flowers, Newly refresh't, both by the Sun, and showers. War, which before was horrid, now appears Lovely in you, brave Prince of Cavaliers! A deale of courage in each bosome springs By your accesse; (O you the best of Kings!) Ride on with all white Omens; so, that where Your Standard's up, we fix a Conquest there. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SOUND OF THE TREES by ROBERT FROST WARREN'S ADDRESS [TO THE AMERICANS] [AT BUNKER HILL] [JUNE 17, 1775] by JOHN PIERPONT THE STAR OF BETHLEHEM by HENRY KIRKE WHITE DEATH by MALTBIE DAVENPORT BABCOCK CHILDHOOD by JENS IMMANUEL BAGGESEN A PRAYER by HENRY MAXIMILIAN BEERBOHM ON MEMORIAL DAY by EMMA BERGSTROM |