Hail peaceful Shade, whose sacred verdant side Bold @3Thamesis@1 salutes, hail Noble Tide; Hail @3Learning's@1 Mother, hail @3Great Brittains@1 Pride. Hail to thy lovely Groves, and Bowers, wherein Thy Heav'n begotten Darlings sit, and sing; Thy @3First-born@1 Sons, who shall in After-Story Share thy loud Fame, as now they bring thee Glory. Arriv'd at such a rich Maturity, Those who spell Man so well, would blush to be Took at the Mothers Breast, or Nurses Knee; Much more in filth to wallow Shoulder high, In @3Tears@1, till his kind Nurse had laid him dry. Actions that give no blush of Guilt, or Shame, To those so young, that yet they want a Name, (I've heard that Brute, and Infant are the same.) Then beauteous Matron, frown not on me for't. Tho at the triflings of your younger sort, I smile so much; since all I hope to do, Is but to raise your Smiles, and others too, And please my self, if pardon'd first by you. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WHITE CITY by CLAUDE MCKAY AN EVOCATION by AUGUSTE ANGELLIER |