O THOU! at whose dread name we bend, To whom our purest vows we pay, GOD over all! in love descend, And bless the labors of this day. Our fathers here, a pilgrim band, Fixed the proud empire of the free; Art moved in gladness o'er the land, And Faith her altars reared to thee. Here, too, to guard, through every age, The sacred rights their valor won, They bade Instruction spread her page, And send down truth from sire to son. Here, still, through all succeeding time, Their stores may Worth and Wisdom bring, And still the anthem-note sublime To thee from children's children ring. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DEATH OF THE OLD YEAR by ALFRED TENNYSON THE UNKNOWN GOD by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD CRICKET ON THE HEARTH by PIERRE JEAN DE BERANGER THE FAREWELL. TO THE BRETHREN OF ST. JAMES'S LODGE, TARBOLTON by ROBERT BURNS A CHRISTMAS STORY by ALICE CARY |