How comely is our motherland, With joy for every eye! O'er sunlit vales her mountains stand, Her prairies kiss the sky. From many an autumn-bordered lake Her fair streams seek the shore. We love her for her beauty's sake, But most for something more. What vigor in her throb and tread! How dauntless is her mind! She plants that continents be fed, And never looks behind. The magic of her lamp and tower O'ermates Aladdin's lore. We love her for her bounteous power, But most for something more. We love her for her tender heart, That thrills at Pity's call, Her will that Freedom's goodly part Shall be the share of all. . . . Lord of the stricken world, we ask, (Proud peace or holy war), Renew her might for every task And guard her as of yore. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A FRIEND WRITING ON CABARET DANCERS by EZRA POUND SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 43 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING TO MR. THOMAS SOUTHERNE, ON HIS BIRTHDAY, 1742 by ALEXANDER POPE WAYCONNELL TOWER by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM BOTHWELL: PART 3 by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN TWO SONNETS: 2 by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) BATTLE AT THE RIVER RAISIN; JANUARY 22, 1813 by LEVI BISHOP |