St. Botolph's Town! Hither across the plains And fens of Lincolnshire, in garb austere, There came a Saxon monk, and founded here A Priory, pillaged by marauding Danes, So that thereof no vestige now remains; Only a name, that, spoken loud and clear, And echoed in another hemisphere, Survives the sculptured walls and painted panes. St. Botolph's Town! Far over leagues of land And leagues of sea looks forth its noble tower, And far around the chiming bells are heard; So may that sacred name forever stand A landmark, and a symbol of the power, That lies concentred in a single word. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE UNSUNG HEROES by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR A CHRISTMAS CAROL by JOSIAH GILBERT HOLLAND THE ARAB TO HIS FAVORITE STEED by CAROLINE ELIZABETH SARAH SHERIDAN NORTON AT ELLIS ISLAND by GEORGE LAWRENCE ANDREWS EVENING TRAINS by MARY TRUE AYER REMEMBRANCE by MARGARET E. BRUNER THE SOLDIER'S FIRESIDE, AFTER A BATTLE by M. T. C. |