NEGLECTED minstrel of the single song, Piping at twilight through the russet fields, Thy two soft silver notes, one short, one long, Rich with the careless joy that nature yields, Rise from the stubble round the well-stocked fields, Far from the chattering flock or warbling throng: Bob White! American! All hail, my countryman! Thy treble, sweet or shrill, delights my ear; A song of freedom ere our race began, A challenger of conquest loud and clear; Bespeaking nature pure as God's first plan, And pride and peace, and quiet ever dear: Bob White! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FETES GALANTES: PANYOMIME by PAUL VERLAINE TO DOCTOR EMPIRIC by BEN JONSON RAILWAY DREAMINGS by ALEXANDER ANDERSON MY WIFE'S COUSIN, SELECTION by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN THE CRUSADERS' MARCH by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN STANZAS: IN THE MANNER OF SPENSER by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD DELAY by CHARLOTTE FISKE BATES |