Wild wayside flowers are we, Sweet buds of liberty, In joy we sing. In land of wanderer's pride, Often his way we guide, From every mountainside True joy we bring. Aroma in the breeze, Floating from all the trees -- In odors sweet. Let mortal hearts awake; Let all that breathe partake; And for their joyous sake Our fragrance meet. Our folk, we beg of thee, People of liberty, To leave us free. Long may the land be bright With our glorious sight; Protect us with thy right -- Our country thee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MONADNOC by RALPH WALDO EMERSON TWO WITCHES: 2. THE PAUPER WITCH OF GRAFTON by ROBERT FROST ANDROMEDA by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS POPULAR BALLAD: NEVER FORGET YOUR PARENTS by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS ON SEEING A WILD BIRD by ALICE CARY |