HAIL, Virgin Queen! o'er many an envious bar Triumphant, snatched from many a treacherous wile! All hail, sage Lady, whom a grateful Isle Hath blest, respiring from that dismal war Stilled by thy voice! But quickly from afar Defiance breathes with more malignant aim; And alien storms with home-bred ferments claim Portentous fellowship. Her silver car, By sleepless prudence ruled, glides slowly on; Unhurt by violence, from menaced taint Emerging pure, and seemingly more bright: Ah! wherefore yields it to a foul constraint Black as the clouds its beams dispersed, while shone, By men and angels blest, the glorious light? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OFFICE PARTY: DISTAFF VIEW by KAREN SWENSON HAIL COLUMBIA by JOSEPH HOPKINSON BIRDS by NESTA HIGGINSON SKRINE THE WORMS AT HEAVEN'S GATE by WALLACE STEVENS MARGARET FULLER by AMOS BRONSON ALCOTT ENTERTAINMENT by JOSEPH BEAUMONT |