DAUGHTER of Zion, from the dust, Exalt thy fallen head; Again in thy Redeemer trust, He calls thee from the dead. Awake, awake, put on thy strength, Thy beautiful array; The day of freedom dawns at length, The Lord's appointed day. Rebuild thy walls, thy bounds enlarge And send thy heralds forth; Say to the South,—"Give up thy charge, And keep not back, O North!" They come, they come;—thine exiled bands, Where'er they rest or roam, Have heard thy voice in distant lands, And hasten to their home. Thus, though the universe shall burn, And God his works destroy, With songs the ransomed shall return, And everlasting joy. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO WHISTLER, AMERICAN; ON LOAN EXHIBIT OF PAINTINGS AT TATE GALLERY by EZRA POUND COMFORT by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE BELLS OF LYNN; HEARD AT NAHANT by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW TO THE DRIVING CLOUD by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE PRETTY MILKMAID by MOTHER GOOSE THE GREENWOOD SHRIFT; GEORGE III AND A DYING WOMAN IN WINDSOR FOREST by ROBERT SOUTHEY |