Ah, not this marble, dead and cold: Far from its base and shaft expanding -- the round zones circling, comprehending, Thou, Washington, art all the world's, the continents' entire -- not yours alone, America, Europe's as well, in every part, castle of lord or laborer's cot, Or frozen North, or sultry South -- the African's -- the Arab's in his tent, Old Asia's there with venerable smile, seated amid her ruins; (Greets the antique the hero new? 'tis but the same -- the heir legitimate, continued ever, The indomitable heart and arm -- proofs of the never-broken line, Courage, alertness, patience, faith, the same -- e'en in defeat defeated not, the same:) Wherever sails a ship, or house is built on land, or day or night, Through teeming cities' streets, indoors or out, factories or farms, Now, or to come, or past -- where patriot wills existed or exist, Wherever Freedom, pois'd by Toleration, sway'd by Law, Stands or is rising thy true monument. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHAUCERS WORDES UNTO ADAM, HIS OWN SCRIVEYN by GEOFFREY CHAUCER HERO AND LEANDER by CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE A POEM OF SPRING by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS WHIGS AND TORIES by WILLIAM BROWNE (1692-1774) THE WEEPING SAVIOUR, HYMN 3 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING STANZAS FOR MUSIC by MARY (BALFOUR) BRUNTON |