1'76. A HUNDRED years! Too long for memory of the justest feud! Last century's quarrel to its end pursued And yours the triumph, may not we grasp hands, Now each one stands Apart from fears? Brothers! that word Makes Tyranny weak; Wrong flies, nor looks behind, Driven as dry leaves before the herald wind That clears the way for spring's most gentle flowers. O waiting hours! Your plaint is heard. Land named of hope! Our best have hailed the promise of thy growth; Surely hath honor's race-ground room for both America and England, side by side, Yet leaving pride Sufficient scope. New England! ours Art thou, as England's thine: thy children own The common parentage. Nor they alone, But wheresoe'er is heard our English tongue -- World-widely flung For coming hours. Be with us then, Thou greater England! second but in time: Our age shall welcome our young giant's prime, As in his sons a father takes delight, Proud of the height Of younger men. O'erstride our fame! Step past the extremest stretch of our renown! Wreathe round Columbia's head the laurel crown Our old heroic worth can well assign! The crown be thine -- In England's name! For we are one, -- In race, in will, in energy the same: Twin aspirations of one-tongued flame. England were fain to see you climb beyond Our hopes most fond, And all we have done. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SNEEZING by JAMES HENRY LEIGH HUNT TO THE VERS LIBRIST WHO USES ONLY THE MINOR KEY by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS THE ACHARNIANS: A PLEA FOR THE ENEMY by ARISTOPHANES OLD SARUM; LINES ON THE CONFERENCE OF THE ENGLISH CHURCH AT SALISBURY by ALICE COLBURN BEAL ON FRIENDS AND FOES by WILLIAM BLAKE MOTHERS by CATHERINE KEY CAVENDER LINES FOR .. COLLECTION BY MISS PATTY, SISTER OF HANNAH MORE by WILLIAM COWPER DIVINA COMMEDIA: PARADISO. CANTO 31. THE SAINTS IN GLORY by DANTE ALIGHIERI |