SERENE amid the meadows Her seasons come and go; To north her glorious mountains, Her ocean tides below. No Capital she envies Its peak or plain or river — Fair Concord by the Merrimack, Whose fame is ours forever! New Hampshire's treasured story She guards within a shrine As rare as Rome or Athens built To those they held divine; For her sons come back to crown her — Their ties they cannot sever — Fair Concord by the Merrimack Whose fame is ours forever! Still may the years bring wisdom And honor to her halls; Still her proud sons be eager To serve when valor calls, And see their Capital for aye Of light and joy the giver — Fair Concord by the Merrimack Whose fame is ours forever! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LITTLE BLACK BOY, FR. SONGS OF INNOCENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE A PROPER NEW BALLAD [ENTITLED THE FAIRIES' FAREWELL] by RICHARD CORBET LINES COMPOSED A FEW MILES ABOVE TINTERN ABBEY by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 27. AS-SAMI'H by EDWIN ARNOLD |