NOT yours? The softly spoken word Whose simple native pathos stirred -- As surely as the melodies You drew divinely from the keys -- The deeps of every soul that heard? The faltering tongue, the practiced hand, Whiche'er you use, great-hearted Pole! You speak what all can understand -- The Language of the Soul. Not ours? This land of which you tell, Where Kosciusko fought and fell, And now a tortured nation stands, With streaming eyes and empty hands, Heroic in the face of hell? Not yours alone this holy ground; Of one great whole it is a part -- What hills, what sundering seas shall bound The Country of the Heart? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MASK by CLARISSA SCOTT DELANY TO HIS CONSCIENCE by ROBERT HERRICK A QUOI BON DIRE by CHARLOTTE MEW TO GOD AND IRELAND TRUE by ELLEN O'LEARY NORTH-WEST PASSAGE: 2. SHADOW MARCH by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON |