FAIR in the white array of peace, We saw her from the distant shore, And felt the quickened pulse increase To know what gallant flag she bore. Proud namesake of the Lonely Star, God speed thee on thy watery way, Or be it peace, or be it war, That waits thee in that Southern bay. To yon far island of the sea, Twin sister of the Lonely Star, Good-luck and honor go with thee, Or be it peace, or be it war! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WANDERER: 2. IN FRANCE: AUX ITALIENS by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON ON THE BUST OF HELEN BY CANOVA by GEORGE GORDON BYRON THE LITANY: 10. THE MARTYRS by JOHN DONNE BACCHANALIA; OR, THE NEW AGE by MATTHEW ARNOLD CUPS OF ILLUSION by HENRY BELLAMANN |