MOTHER of nations, of them eldest we, Well is it found, and happy for the state, When that which makes men proud first makest them great, And such our fortune is who sprang from thee, And brought to this new land from over sea The faith that can with every household mate, And freedom whereof law is magistrate, And thoughts that make men brave, and leave them free. O Mother of our faith, our law, our lore, What shall we answer thee if thou shouldst ask How this fair birthright doth in us increase? There is no home but Christ is at the door; Freely our toiling millions choose life's task; Justice we love, and next to justice peace. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PESSIMIST by BENJAMIN FRANKLIN KING ANOTHER SPRING by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI SINCERE FLATTERY OF R.B. by JAMES KENNETH STEPHEN TO A FRIEND by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD FATHER GOOSE by LYMAN FRANK BAUM THE LONELY WALK by MATILDA BARBARA BETHAM-EDWARDS COMPENSATION by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE |