LAND of the North! I waft to thee The South's warm @3benedicite@1! Thou camest when all was grief and pain, The feverish blood, the tortured brain, When through hot veins delirium ran, Thou cam'st, the true Samaritan! The charm of ruthful grace divine, The golden oil and perfumed wine, Have soothed far deeper wounds than those Which harmed the body's hale repose; On anguished souls dropped purely calm, And sweet as Mary's "spikenard" balm! Lo! now o'er all the world are drawn @3Clear@1 splendors of the New-year's dawn! O North! O South! let warfare cease! Hark! to @3that@1 prince whose name is peace! And ere time's new-born child departs, Be joined in hands and joined in hearts! Once wedded thus, O North! O South! Should discord ope her Marah mouth, Smite the foul lips so basely fain To outpour hate's salt tides again: Long raged the storm, long lowered the night, -- O faction, fly our morning light! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EVENEN IN THE VILLAGE by WILLIAM BARNES IT COULDN'T BE DONE by EDGAR ALBERT GUEST ON A CHILD by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR HOMAGE TO SEXTUS PROPERTIUS: 7 by EZRA POUND LINES WRITTEN IN AN OVID by MATTHEW PRIOR |