LAND of romance and dream and mystery, Whose peaks rise proudly in the sunlit blue — Olympian heights fairer than Thessaly Before the gods were lost to mortal view — Thy sculptured cliffs and caves were old, perchance, Ere sphinx was hewn or pyramids were piled, And man and maid met here in mystic dance Ere Miriam sung or David's harp beguiled. Thine are the treasures of the field, the mine, The boundless regions of illumined air, And thine the streams that, brimmed with mountain wine, Beauty and life to burning lowlands bear. Land of delight! in this memorial year Give to thy peaks and vales yet rarer fame, And make thy realm to all the world more dear, Crowning its glories with our Lincoln's name! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE OLD MILL by THOMAS DUNN ENGLISH SATIRES OF CIRCUMSTANCE: 9. AT THE ALTAR-RAIL by THOMAS HARDY LITTLE BELL by THOMAS WESTWOOD SONNET: EUTERPE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH ON THE GRASSHOPPER by ANACREON POLYHYMNIA: SONNET TO LADY FALKLAND UPON HER GOING TO INTO IRELAND by WILLIAM BASSE |