THE two proud sisters of the sea, In glory and in doom! -- Well may the eternal waters be Their broad, unsculptured tomb! The wind that rings along the wave, The clear, unshadowed sun, Are torch and trumpet o'er the brave, Whose last green wreath is won! No stranger-hand their banners furled, No victor's shout they heard; Unseen, above them ocean curled, Safe by his own pale bird; The gnashing billows heaved and fell; Wild shrieked the midnight gale; Far, far beneath the morning swell Were pennon, spar, and sail. The land of Freedom! Sea and shore Are guarded now, as when Her ebbing waves to victory bore Fair barks and gallant men; Oh, many a ship of prouder name May wave her starry fold, Nor trail, with deeper light of fame, The paths they swept of old! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO CERTAIN JOURNEYMEN by CARL SANDBURG THE SNOWING OF THE PINES' by THOMAS WENTWORTH HIGGINSON THE PHILOSOPHER TOAD by REBECCA S. REED NICHOLS GRAND IS THE SEEN by WALT WHITMAN LYNCHED by FRANK ANKENBRAND JR. SECTION GANG: MORNING by NORMAN BOLKER |