LAND of my fathers! -- though no mangrove here O'er thy blue streams her flexile branches rear, Nor scaly palm her finger'd scions shoot, Nor luscious guava wave her yellow fruit, Nor golden apples glimmer from the tree -- Land of dark heaths and mountains! thou art free. Untainted yet, thy stream, fair Teviot! runs, With unatoned blood of Gambia's sons: No drooping slave, with spirit bow'd to toil, Grows, like the weed, self-rooted to the soil, Nor cringing vassal on these pansied meads Is bought and barter'd, as the flock he feeds. Free, as the lark that carols o'er his head, At dawn the healthy ploughman leaves his bed, Binds to the yoke his sturdy steers with care, And whistling loud directs the mining share; Free, as his lord, the peasant treads the plain, And heaps his harvest on the groaning wain; Proud of his laws, tenacious of his right, And vain of Scotia's old unconquer'd might. Dear native valleys! may ye long retain The charter'd freedom of the mountain swain! Long mid your sounding glades in union sweet May rural innocence and beauty meet! And still be duly heard at twilight calm From every cot the peasant's chanted psalm! Then, Jedworth! though thy ancient choirs shall fade, And time lay bare each lofty colonnade, From the damp roof the massy sculptures die, And in their vaults thy rifted arches lie, Still in these vales shall angel harps prolong By Jed's pure stream a sweeter even song, Than long processions once, with mystic zeal, Pour'd to the harp and solemn organ's peal. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON THE RUINS OF A COUNTRY INN by PHILIP FRENEAU TO MY ANTENOR, MARCH 16, 1661/2 by KATHERINE PHILIPS OUR DAILY BREAD by MALTBIE DAVENPORT BABCOCK TRUTH AND SORROW by PHILIP JAMES BAILEY THREE SONGS OF LOVE (CHINESE FASHION): 3. LOVE CALL by WILLIAM A. BEATTY PSALM 144 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE ELEGY ON A LADY, WHOM GRIEF FOR THE DEATH OF HER BETHROTHED KILLED by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES |