I THE world is now our dwelling-place; Where'er the earth one fading trace Of what was great and free does keep, That is our home! Mild thoughts of man's ungentle race Shall our contented exile reap; For who that in some happy place His own free thoughts can freely chase By woods and waves can clothe his face In cynic smiles? Child! we shall weep II This lament, The memory of thy grievous wrong Will fade But genius is Omnipotent To hallow | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GASCOIGNE'S WOODMANSHIP by GEORGE GASCOIGNE LOVE NOT by CAROLINE ELIZABETH SARAH SHERIDAN NORTON TWO POEMS TO HANS THOMA ON HIS SIXIETH BIRTHDAY: 2. THE KNIGHT by RAINER MARIA RILKE THE HEART KNOWETH ITS OWN BITTERNESS' (2) by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI IAMBICUM TRIMETRUM, FR. LETTER TO HARVEY by EDMUND SPENSER SONG OF THE PILGRIMS [SEPTEMBER 16, 1620] by THOMAS COGSWELL UPHAM |