"THIS Land of Rainbows spanning glens whose walls, Rock-built, are hung with rainbow-coloured mists -- Of far-stretched Meres whose salt flood never rests -- Of tuneful Caves and playful Waterfalls -- Of Mountains varying momently their crests -- Proud be this Land! whose poorest huts are halls Where Fancy entertains becoming guests; While native song the heroic Past recalls." Thus, in the net of her own wishes caught, The Muse exclaimed; but Story now must hide Her trophies, Fancy crouch; the course of pride Has been diverted, other lessons taught, That make the Patriot-spirit bow her head Where the all-conquering Roman feared to tread. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BRICKLAYER LOVE by CARL SANDBURG TERNISSA, FR HELLENICS by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR TO CHLOE by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS SUMMER APPROACHES by MABEL WARREN ARNOLD IN A GARDEN by PAULINE B. BARRINGTON |