FULL sevenscore years our city's pride -- The comely Southern spire -- Has cast its shadow, and defied The storm, the foe, the fire; Sad is the sight our eyes behold; Woe to the three-hilled town, When through the land the tale is told -- "The brave 'Old South' is down!" Let darkness blot the starless dawn That hears our children tell, "Here rose the walls, now wrecked and gone, Our fathers loved so well; Here, while his brethren stood aloof, The herald's blast was blown That shook St. Stephen's pillared roof And rocked King George's throne! "The home-bound wanderer of the main Looked from his deck afar, To where the gilded, glittering vane Shone like the evening star, And pilgrim feet from every clime The floor with reverence trod, Where holy memories made sublime The shrine of Freedom's God!" The darkened skies, alas! have seen Our monarch tree laid low, And spread in ruins o'er the green, But Nature struck the blow; No scheming thrift its downfall planned, It felt no edge of steel, No soulless hireling raised his hand The deadly stroke to deal. In bridal garlands, pale and mute, Still pleads the storied tower; These are the blossoms, but the fruit Awaits the golden shower; The spire still greets the morning sun, -- Say, shall it stand or fall? Help, ere the spoiler has begun! Help, each, and God help all! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CLOD AND THE PEBBLE, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE A STIRRUP-CUP by DOUGLAS AINSLIE INDIA by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE DROWNED HIDALGO DREAMS by WILLIAM ROSE BENET TO ENGLISH CONNOISSEURS by WILLIAM BLAKE NATALIA'S RESURRECTION: 31 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT SKETCH OF AN OCCURRENCE ON BOARD A BRIG by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD |