Out of the murk of heaviest clouds, Out of the feudal wrecks and heap'd-up skeletons of kings, Out of that old entire European debris, the shatter'd mummeries, Ruin'd cathedrals, crumble of palaces, tombs of priests, Lo, Freedom's features fresh undimm'd look forth -- the same immortal face looks forth; (A glimpse as of thy Mother's face Columbia, A flash significant as of a sword, Beaming towards thee.) Nor think we forget thee maternal; Lag'd'st thou so long? shall the clouds close again upon thee? Ah, but thou hast thyself now appear'd to us -- we know thee, hou hast given us a sure proof, the glimpse of thyself, Thou waitest there as everywhere thy time. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BEFORE THE RAIN by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE LOVER'S MESSAGE; SONG by JOHN DRYDEN ULTIMA THULE: THE CHAMBER OVER THE GATE by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE RUBAIYAT, 1879 EDITION: 17 by OMAR KHAYYAM CALVARY by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON LINES by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS |