YES! rear thy guardian hero's form On thy proud soil, thou Western World! A watcher through each sign of storm, O'er freedom's flag unfurl'd. There, as before a shrine to bow, Bid thy true sons their children lead The language of that noble brow For all things good shall plead. The spirit rear'd in patriot fight, The virtue born of home and hearth, There calmly throned, a holy light Shall pour o'er chainless earth. And let that work of England's hand, Sent through the blast and surge's roar, So girt with tranquil glory, stand For ages on thy shore! Such through all time the greetings be, That with the Atlantic billow sweeps! Telling the mighty and the free Of brothers o'er the deep! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BURIAL OF BOSTON CORBETT (ONE WARDEN TO ANOTHER) by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE EMULATION by SARAH FYGE EGERTON THE HOCK-CART, OR HARVEST HOME by ROBERT HERRICK THE STARLIGHT NIGHT by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS PICTURES FROM APPLEDORE: 5 by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL THE PIAZZA OF ST. MARK AT MIDNIGHT by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH A BALLADE OF EVOLUTION by GRANT ALLEN A PRIZE RIDDLE ON HERSELF WHEN 24 by ELIZABETH FRANCES AMHERST |