Cliffs of Scotland, guard them well, Shield them from the blizzard's rage; Let your granite towers tell That those sleeping heroes fell In the service of their age. Cliffs of Scotland, they were ours! Now forever they are thine! Guard them with your mighty powers! Barren are your rocks of flowers, But their splendor makes them fine. Cliffs of Scotland, at your base Freedom's finest children lie; Keep them in your strong embrace! Tell the young of every race Such as they shall never die. Cliffs of Scotland, never more Men shall think you stern and cold; Splendor now has found your shore; Unto you the ocean bore Freedom's precious sons to hold. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EPIGRAM: TO FOOL, OR KNAVE by BEN JONSON TO THE DRIVING CLOUD by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW MODERN LOVE: 1 by GEORGE MEREDITH MOONLIGHT by MARGUERITE ATTERBURY LADY OF MYSTERY by G. W. BLOEMENDAL A NEW PILGRIMAGE: 19 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE GOLDEN ODES OF PRE-ISLAMIC ARABIA: ANTARA by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |