Fourth of July, how sweet it sounds, As every year it rolls around. It brings @3active@1 joy to boy and man, This glorious day throughout our land. We hail this day with joy and pride, And speak of our forefathers who died; Who fought for liberty in days of yore, And drove the British from our shore. We, as descendants of that race, Should not now our land disgrace. @3Arise@1, freeman, arise @3once@1 more, Be earnest as in the days of yore. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ASKING FOR ROSES by ROBERT FROST THE QUAKER GRAVEYARD by SILAS WEIR MITCHELL ECHO by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI DOWN BY THE SALLEY GARDENS by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS WELCOME GUEST by JEAN D. ARMSTRONG UTOPIA by ROBERT JONES BURDETTE |