Dawn on the world's new shores. The path Of rippled gold runs straight, runs fine, In from the sun-touched, lifting water-line; Straight in across the waking dawn-burst sweet, To break at last at eager flying feet Threading the uplands wild, uncloistered, free. Dawn on the world's new shores. The path Of gold runs straight, runs rippled and runs fine, In from the cold, dark, moving water-line; Runs under white sails coming with the dawn, In to the new shores beckoning on To Freedom's right and opportunity. Dawn on the new world-shores. A path Of gold runs straight, runs steady, and runs fine Straight back across the threatened water-line; Back under the star-served, waiting battle-line; Runs minted, red, out to the new world-dawn, Out to a new world-dream and beckoning on To Freedom's right and opportunity— O path of gold to human destiny! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 5. BY LITTLE AND LITTLE by PHILIP AYRES THE LAST MAN: SUBTERRANEAN CITY by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES HIS WORST ENEMY by WILLIAM ROSE BENET SONNET: 1 by GWENDOLYN B. BENNETT PETITION (2) by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE ADVICE TO A BLUE-BIRD by MAXWELL BODENHEIM |