Oh giant form, so old, yet ever new, Adamantine, immovable, and vast; You hide the prairie's greenery from our view, Leviathan of a dim, majestic past. We wonder if your kind and race were born Where raged, all glowing, Aetna's lava flames, Or spouting tide-rips tuned the Triton's horn. Perhaps you garbled both their destined games. The wooded mane, along your warrior crest, Seems earnest of that dimmed and far-off time When beast and bird might find a welcome rest Or bounteous table, spread where they might climb. Valorous Sachem, lead us as we light The Council Fires of Freedom on your height. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DANTE by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT CLEOMENS, OR THE SPARTAN HERO: SONG by JOHN DRYDEN THE CHURCH OF A DREAM; TO BERNHARD BERENSON by LIONEL PIGOT JOHNSON THE VOICE OF THE RAIN by WALT WHITMAN FLORENCE NIGHTINGALE by EDWIN ARNOLD EPITAPH ON THE SECRETARY TO THE MUSES by JANE BARKER |