WAKEN, O mother! thy children implore thee, Who kneel in thy presence to serve and adore thee! The night is aflush with a dream of the morrow, Why still dost thou sleep in thy bondage of sorrow? Awaken and sever the woes that enthral us, And hallow our hands for the triumphs that call us! Are we not thine, O Belov'd, to inherit The manifold pride and power of thy spirit? Ne'er shall we fail thee, forsake thee or falter, Whose hearts are thy home and thy shield and thine altar. Lo! we would thrill the high stars with thy story, And set thee again in the forefront of glory. @3Hindus:@1 Mother! the flowers of our worship have crowned thee! @3Parsis:@1 Mother! the flame of our hope shall surround thee! @3Mussulmans:@1 Mother! the sword of our love shall defend thee! @3Christians:@1 Mother! the song of our faith shall attend thee! @3All Creeds:@1 Shall not our dauntless devotion avail thee? Hearken! O queen and O goddess, we hail thee! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PORTRAIT OF A BABY by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET OUR CAMP; IN THE AUTUMN WOODS by ROBERT FROST SHADOW-CASTING by JAMES GALVIN THE IMPORTANCE OF GREEN by JAMES GALVIN ITALIAN PICTURES: JULY IN VALLOMBROSA by MINA LOY A DAY IN BED by KATHERINE MANSFIELD LA CONDUCTORA DEL DESEO/CONDUIT by VIRGIL SUAREZ |