SERENE amid the meadows Her seasons come and go; To north her glorious mountains, Her ocean tides below. No Capital she envies Its peak or plain or river — Fair Concord by the Merrimack, Whose fame is ours forever! New Hampshire's treasured story She guards within a shrine As rare as Rome or Athens built To those they held divine; For her sons come back to crown her — Their ties they cannot sever — Fair Concord by the Merrimack Whose fame is ours forever! Still may the years bring wisdom And honor to her halls; Still her proud sons be eager To serve when valor calls, And see their Capital for aye Of light and joy the giver — Fair Concord by the Merrimack Whose fame is ours forever! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EROS (1) by RALPH WALDO EMERSON THE CATARACT OF LODORE by ROBERT SOUTHEY TWO WOMEN by NATHANIEL PARKER WILLIS A SHADOW OF THE NIGHT by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE MOTHER-FAITH by EVERARD JACK APPLETON TO WILLIAM WORDSWORTH; ON THE PUBLICATION OF HIS POEM, 'PETER BELL' by BERNARD BARTON THE INTREPID MARINER by WILLIAM ROSE BENET IN MEMORIAM A.M.W.; SEPTEMBER, 1910 (FOR A SOLEMN MUSIC) by GORDON BOTTOMLEY |