ESCAPED from all the perils of the sea, -- Storms, shoals, -- the angry and engulphing waves, -- Here stand we, on a savage shore, -- all free, Thy freemen, Lord! and not of man the slaves. Here will we toil and serve thee, till our graves On these bleak hills shall open. -- When the blood Thou pourest now so warm along our veins Shall westward flow, till Mississippi's flood Gives to our children's children his broad plains, Ne'er let them wear, O God, or forge a bondman's chains! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE HELMSMAN by HILDA DOOLITTLE HENRY HUDSON'S QUEST [1609] by BURTON EGBERT STEVENSON THE TENT ON THE BEACH: 5. THE CHANGELING by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER IN THE DEEP WHITE SNOW by ANNE ATWOOD A HEART-HAUNTED HOME by JANE BARLOW THE LEADY'S TOWER by WILLIAM BARNES THE BOOKS I OUGHT TO READ by ABBIE FARWELL BROWN TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 3. ELDER SOLDIER IN BROTHERHOOD TO THE YOUNGER by EDWARD CARPENTER |