THE Spring will come with its ebullient blood, With flush of roses and imperial eyes; A vein of strength will throb along the flood— Banners of beauty toss the pillared wood When birds of music anthem to the skies. And man prowls forth to mar thy gentle ways, With sword and shot and sacrilegious hand; Thy reign is fallen upon demon days, We peer at thee althrough a gory haze, Weeping and praying for our stricken land. O Land! O Land of the benignant South! The Great High Priest approaches to thy brow, Anointing it with ashes; let thy mouth Rebel not, nor thy heart be filled with drouth— The hand will raise thee up that smites thee now! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BURIAL OF THE MINNISINK by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW HIC JACET by LOUISE CHANDLER MOULTON SING-SONG; A NURSERY RHYME BOOK: 30 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE TULIP AND THE LILY, SELECTION by JAMES BARCLAY OLD SARUM; LINES ON THE CONFERENCE OF THE ENGLISH CHURCH AT SALISBURY by ALICE COLBURN BEAL IN MEMORY OF AGOSTINO ISOLA, OF CAMBRIDGE, WHO DIED 1797 by MATILDA BARBARA BETHAM-EDWARDS |