"How beautiful upon the mountains are the feet of him that bringeth good tidings, that publisheth peace!" HAIL, newest charter of the hopes of Man! -- Greater than every scroll that hitherto Has pledged our safety -- many against few, Few against many. Seems it but a span Toward Freedom's goal what Runnymede began. The pact and pattern that our fathers drew, Incorporate here, is glorified anew, And seals the waiting world American. Kings are no more, but only names of kings: Henceforth are crowned the States that serve the sphere. Come, patient Heaven, with healing in thy wings! Haste, Choir of Earth, with your harmonious chord! Madness shall yield to Order . . . Who shall fear When all the world gives bond to break the unhallowed sword? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TRULY GREAT by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES THE MAYFLOWER [DECEMBER 21, 1620] by ERASTUS WOLCOTT ELLSWORTH A PRAYER IN SPRING by ROBERT FROST SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: DAISY FRASER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS JOURNEY by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY UNDERWOODS: BOOK 1: 25. MOTHER AND SON by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON |