THUS all things lead to Charity secured By THEM who blessed the soft and happy gale That landward urged the great Deliverer's sail, Till in the sunny bay his fleet was moored! Propitious hour! -- had we, like them, endured Sore stress of apprehension, with a mind Sickened by injuries, dreading worse designed, From month to month trembling and unassured, How had we then rejoiced! But we have felt, As a loved substance, their futurity: Good, which they dared not hope for, we have seen; A State whose generous will through earth is dealt; A State -- which, balancing herself between Licence and slavish order, dares be free. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IS YOUR TOWN NINEVEH? by MARIANNE MOORE MERLIN by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON SONGS FOR MY MOTHER: 3. HER WORDS by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH DO YOU FEAR THE WIND? by HAMLIN GARLAND BROOKLYN BRIDGE by CHARLES GEORGE DOUGLAS ROBERTS |