HALIFAX sits on her hills by the sea In the might of her pride, Invincible, terrible, beautiful, she With a sword at her side. To right and to left of her, battlements rear And fortresses frown; While she sits on her throne without favour or fear With her cannon as crown. Coast guard and sentinel, watch of the weal Of a nation she keeps; But her hand is encased in a gauntlet of steel, And her thunder but sleeps. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE FALL by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE INCORRIGIBLE DIRIGIBLE by HAYDEN CARRUTH TRANSLUCENT FINGERS by MALCOLM COWLEY DEEP IN THE QUIET WOOD by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON EPITAPH IN A CHURCH-YARD IN CHARLESTON, SOUTH CAROLINA by AMY LOWELL |