Upon the Plymouth shore the wild rose blooms As when the Pilgrims lived beside the bay And scents the morning air with sweet perfumes, Though new this hour more ancient far than they; More ancient than the wild, yet friendly race, That roved the land before the Pilgrims came; And here for ages found a dwelling-place Of whom our histories tell us but the name! Though new this hour out from the Past it springs Telling this summer morning of earth's prime; And happy visions of the Future brings That reach beyond, e'en to the verge of time; Wreathing earth's children in one flowery chain Of Love and Beauty ever to remain. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DISPUTE OF THE HEART AND BODY OF FRANCOIS VILLON by FRANCOIS VILLON UNDER THE VIOLETS by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES SONNET: 99 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE THE GREEN ROADS by PHILIP EDWARD THOMAS THE VALEDICTION by RICHARD BAXTER |