ART thou her child, born in the proud midday Of her large soul's abundance and excess, Her daughter and her mightiest heritress, Dowered with her thoughts, and lit on thy great way By her great lamps that shine and fail not? Yea! And at this thunderous hour of struggle and stress, Hither across the ocean wilderness What word comes frozen on the frozen spray? @3Neutrality!@1 The tiger from his den Springs at thy mother's throat, and canst thou now Watch with a stranger's gaze? So be it, then! Thy loss is more than hers; for, bruised and torn, She shall yet live without thine aid, and thou Without the crown divine thou might'st have worn. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HEART'S-EASE by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR CRADLE SONG AT TWILIGHT by ALICE MEYNELL SANDY STAR: 2. LAUGHING IT OUT by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE SANTA BARBARA by FRANCIS FISHER BROWNE A DOG'S VIGIL by MARGARET E. BRUNER PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY: OF PROPRIETY by CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY THE WEARER OF THE GREEN; TO MY FRIEND JOHN JAMES DONOGHUE, M.D. by DAVID MERRITT CARLYLE THE THREE GRAVES: PART 4 by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE POSTHUMOUS TALES: TALE 1. SILFORD HALL; OR, THE HAPPY DAY by GEORGE CRABBE |