Classic and Contemporary Poetry
BOSTON, by AMOS RUSSEL WELLS Poet's Biography First Line: The river curving to the sea Last Line: Your ample guerdon, just to serve. Subject(s): Boston | ||||||||
The river curving to the sea, The ocean populous of ships, Hold the fair city tenderly, And press her forehead with their lips. For years but leave her fairer still, And gleaming like a golden star; Ever upon her central hill A brighter glory shines afar: The glory of a thoughtful mind, A spirit open to the sky, A heart that beats for all mankind, A soul that worships God Most High. No civic glory like to these, Though stone on stone tremendous tower, And all the wide world's argosies Bring donatives of wealth and power. From those ideals never shrink, Dear town, nor once to mammon swerve, -- Your eager eminence, to think; Your ample guerdon, just to serve. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CLEAR AND COLDER; BOSTON COMMON by ROBERT FROST THE BOSTON ATHENAEUM by AMY LOWELL THE SEVEN CITIES OF AMERICA by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SUNDAY IN BOSTON by JOHN UPDIKE BOSTON YEAR by ELIZABETH ALEXANDER THE THANKSGIVING IN BOSTON HARBOR [JUNE 12, 1630] by HEZEKIAH BUTTERWORTH A BATTLE SONG (WRITTEN IN THE WORLD WAR) by AMOS RUSSEL WELLS |
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