Ancestral Spirit, hidden from my sight By modern Time's unnumbered works and ways On which in awe and wonderment I gaze, Where hid'st thou in the deepness of the night? What evil powers thy healing presence blight? Thou who from out the dark and dust didst raise The Ethiop standard in the curtained days, Before the white God said: Let there be light! Bring ancient music to my modern heart, Let fall the light upon my sable face That once gleamed on the Ethiopian's art; Lift me to thee out of this alien place So I may be, thine exiled counterpart, The worthy singer of my world and race. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET: 42 by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 49 by PHILIP SIDNEY SUMMER'S JOE by PATRICK JOHN MCALISTER ANDERSON RUSTIC CHILDHOOD by WILLIAM BARNES FATHER O'SHEA WAS HIS REGIMENT'S PRIDE by AMELIA JOSEPHINE BURR THE FRIEND IN LOVE by GEORGE CRABBE EIBHLIN A RUIN by THOMAS OSBORNE DAVIS |