LORD, we whose sturdy sires Lit sacrificial fires Upon thine altars in the days of old, Deeming to found a state That should be nobly great, To liberty and honor consecrate, Turn Thou our eyes from the red glamour -- Gold! Lord, we whose forbears bled Where youth and valor led, In the dark face of danger ever bold, Daring to dream the dream Of freedom till its beam Flashed on their vision like a dawning gleam, Turn Thou our hearts from the false glamour -- Gold! Lord, ere some whelming hour Grip with its fatal power, And all our land's fair fabric we behold Shattered as shards, sore spent, Dismembered, impotent, As ruinous as is a garment rent, Turn Thou our souls from the dread glamour -- Gold! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JUDGES: SONG OF DEBORAH; FRAGMENTS by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE REVERY by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD AN INDIAN AT THE BURIAL PLACE OF HIS FATHERS by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT STREAMLINERA: OCEAN-LINER by PAULINE JONES BURNS THE COUNTRY DOCTOR by WILLIAM MCKENDREE CARLETON |