HAIL Independence, source of blessings, hail! Nurse of the towering thought, the gallant deed; When blest by time how sweet the simple vale, How charms with thee the brook, the enamelled mead! And when the lark, the messenger of day, Proclaims the roseate morn will soon appear; With thee what melody inspires the lay, How soft the carol, how distinct, how clear. With thee how doubly fair by Cynthia's beam, The starry lamps resplendent in the sky: How gently flows the chrystal purling stream, How radiant Phoebus meets the dazzled eye. With thee how jocund fleets the ecstatic hour, How shine the lucid drops which bend the flower; How gay the sylvan scene, whene'er we rove, Wandering with thee, and with the maid we love. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TICHBORNE'S ELEGY, WRITTEN IN THE TOWER BEFORE HIS EXECUTION by CHIDIOCK TICHBORNE LINES by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS FULL-CIRCLE by MAXWELL ANDERSON MAGDALEN by GEORGE KENYON ASHENDON A FARMHOUSE DIRGE by ALFRED AUSTIN SWORD AND BUCKLER; OR, SERVING-MAN'S DEFENCE: TO THE READER by WILLIAM BASSE |