HALIFAX sits on her hills by the sea In the might of her pride, Invincible, terrible, beautiful, she With a sword at her side. To right and to left of her, battlements rear And fortresses frown; While she sits on her throne without favour or fear With her cannon as crown. Coast guard and sentinel, watch of the weal Of a nation she keeps; But her hand is encased in a gauntlet of steel, And her thunder but sleeps. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LINES; SUGGESTED BY GRAVES TWO ENGLISH SOLDIERS ON CONCORD by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL THE INDIGNANT CAPTAIN OF INDUSTRY by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS MOON OF LOVELINESS by MUHAMMAD AL-MU'TAMID II INTAGLIOS by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH NEW YEAR'S EVE by MATHILDE BLIND A WORLD APART by CHANG CHIH-HO |