How comely is our motherland, With joy for every eye! O'er sunlit vales her mountains stand, Her prairies kiss the sky. From many an autumn-bordered lake Her fair streams seek the shore. We love her for her beauty's sake, But most for something more. What vigor in her throb and tread! How dauntless is her mind! She plants that continents be fed, And never looks behind. The magic of her lamp and tower O'ermates Aladdin's lore. We love her for her bounteous power, But most for something more. We love her for her tender heart, That thrills at Pity's call, Her will that Freedom's goodly part Shall be the share of all. . . . Lord of the stricken world, we ask, (Proud peace or holy war), Renew her might for every task And guard her as of yore. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO DICK, ON HIS SIXTH BIRTHDAY by SARA TEASDALE CALIBAN UPON SETEBOS; OR, NATURAL THEOLOGY IN THE ISLAND by ROBERT BROWNING A MOMENT by MARY ELIZABETH COLERIDGE TIRED TIM by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE TO THE MEMORY OF THE BRAVE AMERICANS UNDER GENERAL GREENE by PHILIP FRENEAU WORKING GIRLS by CARL SANDBURG |