O COUNTRY mine! thy golden age shall be Fulfillment of the old, tremendous needs; Deep in thy soil already spring the seeds Of glory, wisdom, truth, and liberty, And brotherhood — the vision of the free — All, all of these shall bear their mighty deeds: The Ancient Nine shall dance upon thy meads, The pipes of Pan fall fondly o'er the lea, And on thy hills white parthenons shall rise In wealth of beauty passing that of Greece; Thy temple towns shall far out-lustre Rome, While Europe shall go mad with mute surprise That men should build a state in perfect peace And it should be humanity's best home. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE GOLDEN NET by WILLIAM BLAKE ONE LIFE by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR MILK FOR THE CAT by HAROLD MONRO THE NOBLEMAN AND THE PENSIONER by GOTTLIEB KONRAD PFEFFEL NOW PRECEDENT SONGS, FAREWELL by WALT WHITMAN |