Thou, of the living lyre, Thou, of the lavish clime, Whose mountains mix their lightning-fire With the storm-cloud sublime, We, of thy sister-land, The empire of the free, Joy as those patriot-breasts expand With genial Liberty. Thy flowers their fragrant breast Unfold to catch its ray, And Nature's velvet-tissued vest With brighter tint is gay, More blest thy rivers roll Full tribute to the Sea, And even Woman's cloister'd soul Walks forth among the free. Aid with thy tuneful strain Her bold, adventurous way, Bid the long-prisoned mind attain A sphere of dazzling day, Bid her unpinion'd foot The cliffs of knowledge climb, And search for Wisdom's sacred root That mocks the blight of time. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WHITE MAN'S BURDEN by RUDYARD KIPLING THE WINDS OF FATE by ELLA WHEELER WILCOX NEW YEAR'S EVE by GEORGE ARNOLD TO A HAPPY WARRIOR by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT INTO THE HEART OF LIFE by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON WHITMAN'S RIDE FOR OREGON by HEZEKIAH BUTTERWORTH MEDITATIONS FOR EVERY DAY IN PASSION WEEK: WEDNESDAY by JOHN BYROM |