ANOTHER land has crashed into the deep, The heir and namesake of that Rome, whose laws Spread the great peace.—Gray Power, that yet o'erawes The thoughts of men, first to bid nations keep The bounds of right, and earth's wild borders sleep, O, from thy pinnacle 'mid time's applause Salute, great Rome, the victim of man's cause, Thy child, Roumania!—Nay, not ours to weep. O Latin Race! how doth our debt increase At every flash of thy unfathomed soul, Long on the rock of justice founding peace, While ever round thee new-born ages roll! Genius divine! when shall thy glory cease! Rise, rise, Roumania! yet thy soul is whole! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LITTLE BOATIE'; A SLUMBER SONG FOR THE FISHERMAN'S CHILD by HENRY VAN DYKE THE LEPRECAUN, OR THE FAIRY SHOEMAKER by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM PSALM 91 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE SEPTEMBER, 1939 by VERA MARY BRITTAIN WARNING by CHARLES WILLIAM BRODRIBB CROWNED AND WEDDED by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING EPISTLE TO DAVIE, A BROTHER POET by ROBERT BURNS |