Shout for those whose course is done, -- Bow you to their setting sun, -- Souls of patriots who won Noble Liberty. Fell Brittania's tyrant power Quailed in combats fearful hour; Lowly did the Lion cower To their victory. Stars of Freedom's spangled banner! Burst ye forth in loud hosanne, While the morning breezes fan her Passing cheerfully. Celebrate with song today, Feats of eras far away Ruin to the British sway O'er Columbia | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BOLDNESS IN LOVE by THOMAS CAREW ON GEORGE HERBERT'S BOOK, THE TEMPLE, SENT TO A GENTLEWOMAN by RICHARD CRASHAW THE VANISHING BOAT by EDMUND WILLIAM GOSSE TO CERTAIN POETS by ALFRED JOYCE KILMER THE VANITY OF THE WORLD by FRANCIS QUARLES NATALIA'S RESURRECTION: 10 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT A CHILD ASLEEP by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |