These to my father's memory, since He held them best of all my lays, I dedicate: these rhymes of days Whose hero was the doughty Printz; When on this shore the Northmen dwelt, And in these streams their shallops laved, While yet the primal forest waved, And ere the form of Penn here knelt. Farewell, New-Sweden, quaint, to thee! Forerunner of that city fair Before whose gates the Delaware Rolls his dark waters to the sea. Farewell, ye children of the North! Forgotten are those earlier days, And few the pens, like mine, to praise Your simple lives, your pious worth. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NOTES FOR THE FIRST LINE OF A SPANISH POEM by JAMES GALVIN DOWN BY THE CARIB SEA: 6. SUNSET IN THE TROPICS by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON TO TWO UNKNOWN LADIES by AMY LOWELL TWO POEMS FROM THE WAR: 1 by ARCHIBALD MACLEISH SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: ELMER BARR by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: J. MILTON MILES by EDGAR LEE MASTERS TO WHISTLER, AMERICAN; ON LOAN EXHIBIT OF PAINTINGS AT TATE GALLERY by EZRA POUND |