COME in, wild Hopes! that towards the dawning East Uprose so high: now be content to stand, Like hooded hawks upon the falconer's hand, A while expectant of the promised feast. Peace is proclaimed! the captives are releast! Yet yearns the exile from the alien strand, -- Yet chafes and struggles Europe's fairest land, -- Untamed by priestly kings or kingly priest. O blessed Peace! if peace were peace indeed, -- Based upon justice and the eternal laws Which make the free intent of Man the cause Of all enduring thought and virtuous deed. But 'tis not so: we know we do but pause, Awaiting fiercer strife and nobler meed. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FRAGMENT 113 by HILDA DOOLITTLE JOGGIN' ERLONG by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE SETTLER: AMERICA IN THE MAKING by ALFRED BILLINGS STREET THE TRUIMPH OF ART by JOSEPHINE TURCK BAKER EASTERN TEMPEST by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE PILGRIM OF GLENCOE by THOMAS CAMPBELL |