Thou, of the living lyre, Thou, of the lavish clime, Whose mountains mix their lightning-fire With the storm-cloud sublime, We, of thy sister-land, The empire of the free, Joy as those patriot-breasts expand With genial Liberty. Thy flowers their fragrant breast Unfold to catch its ray, And Nature's velvet-tissued vest With brighter tint is gay, More blest thy rivers roll Full tribute to the Sea, And even Woman's cloister'd soul Walks forth among the free. Aid with thy tuneful strain Her bold, adventurous way, Bid the long-prisoned mind attain A sphere of dazzling day, Bid her unpinion'd foot The cliffs of knowledge climb, And search for Wisdom's sacred root That mocks the blight of time. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A MEDITATION ON RHODE ISLAND COAL by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT UPON HIS DEPARTURE HENCE by ROBERT HERRICK THE LOVER TO THE THAMES OF LONDON TO FAVOUR HIS LADY ... by GEORGE TURBERVILLE IN TEMPTATION by CHARLES WESLEY ASHWEDNESDAY by JOSEPH BEAUMONT BEHOLD THE DEEDS!; CHANT ROYAL by HENRY CUYLER BUNNER BRAW LADS O' GALLA WATER by ROBERT BURNS |