On these brown rocks the waves dissolve in spray As when our fathers saw them first alee. If such a one could come again and see This ancient haven in its latter day, These haughty palaces and gardens gay, These dense, soft lawns, bedecked by many a tree Borne like a gem from Ind or Araby; If he could see the race he bred, at play — Bright like a flock of tropic birds allured To pause a moment on the southward wing By these warm sands and by these summer seas — Would he not cry, "Alas, have I endured Exile and famine, hate and suffering, To win religious liberty for these?" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN ROMNEY MARSH by JOHN DAVIDSON ON READING 'VORTICIST POEM ON LOVE' by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS WINDS OF LIFE by MARJORIE DUGDALE ASHE A MASQUE OF DEAD QUEENS by STANLEY E. BABB SONG FOR THE LONDON VOLUNTEERS by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD PSALM 127 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |