O THOU! at whose dread name we bend, To whom our purest vows we pay, GOD over all! in love descend, And bless the labors of this day. Our fathers here, a pilgrim band, Fixed the proud empire of the free; Art moved in gladness o'er the land, And Faith her altars reared to thee. Here, too, to guard, through every age, The sacred rights their valor won, They bade Instruction spread her page, And send down truth from sire to son. Here, still, through all succeeding time, Their stores may Worth and Wisdom bring, And still the anthem-note sublime To thee from children's children ring. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE INCOGNITA OF RAPHAEL by WILLIAM ALLEN BUTLER DUTY SURVIVING SELF-LOVE; THE ONLY SURE FRIEND OF DECLINING LIFE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 54 by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 38. AL-KABIR by EDWIN ARNOLD WE HAVE DREAMED TOO MUCH OF GOLD by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE TO ALEX. CUNNINGHAM, WRITER by ROBERT BURNS THE CANTERBURY TALES: THE SUMMONER'S TALE by GEOFFREY CHAUCER |