Immemorial Holy Land! At thine hand, thy sons await Any fate: they understand Immemorial Holy Land; Thee, the all compassionate. At thine hand, thy sons await Be it death for thee, they grieve Any fate: they understand Nought, to leave the fight aside: Thee, the all compassionate. Thou their pride, they undeceive Death, by death unterrified. Mother, dear and fair to us, Be it death for thee, they grieve Ever thus to be adored! Nought, to leave the light aside: Is thy sword grown timorous, Thou their pride, they undeceive Mother of misericord? Death, by death unterrified. For thy dead is grief on thee? Can it be, thou dost repent, That they went, thy chivalry, Mother, dear and fair to us, Those sad ways magnificent? Ever thus to be adored! What, and if their heart's blood flow? Is thy sword grown timorous, Gladly so, with love divine, Mother of misericord? Since not thine the overthrow, They thy fields incarnadine. Hearts afire with one sweet flame, For thy dead is grief on thee? One loved name, thine host adores: Can it be, thou dost repent, Conquerors, they overcame That they went, thy chivalry, Death, high Heaven's inheritors. Those sad ways magnificent. For their loyal love, nought less, Than the stress of death, sufficed: Now with Christ, in blessedness, What, and if their heart's blood flow? Triumph they, imparadised. Gladly so, with love divine, Mother, with so dear blood stained! Since not thine the overthrow, Freedom gained through love befall They thy fields incarnadine. Thee, by thraldom unprofaned, Perfect and imperial! Still the ancient voices ring: Hearts afire with one sweet flame, Faith they bring, and fear repel. One loved name, thine host adores: Time shall tell thy triumphing, Conquerors, they overcame Victress and invincible! Death, high Heaven's inheritors. For their loyal love, nought less, Than the stress of death, sufficed: Now with Christ, in blessedness, Triumph they, imparadised. Mother, with so dear blood stained! Freedom gained through love befall Thee, by thraldom unprofaned, Perfect and imperial! Still the ancient voices ring: Faith they bring, and fear repel. Time shall tell thy triumphing, Victress and invincible | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TOWARD THE GULF; DEDICATED TO THEODORE ROOSEVELT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS IN GRANTCHESTER MEADOWS; ON HEARING A SKYLARK SING by GEORGE SANTAYANA PICTURES OF MEMORY by ALICE CARY THE NIGHT MAIL NORTH (EUSTON SQUARE, 1840) by HENRY CHOLMONDELEY-PENNELL A SUMMER'S NIGHT by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR SOULS LAKE by ROBERT STUART FITZGERALD UPON HIS DEPARTURE HENCE by ROBERT HERRICK SING-SONG; A NURSERY RHYME BOOK: 30 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI |