Unsung, your light went down the centuries, Unknown your fertile valleys, pregnant mines; Your deep ravines, lace-webbed with tangled vines; Your kine-trimmed hills, pine forests, congeries Of flaming rocks, blending the harmonies Of rainbow colors with the rugged lines Of a Grand Canyon, where Time's book enshrines Long-hidden lore and fabled mysteries. Untold years, lost in savage histories, You stored up wealth and beauty, which outshines Your older sisters, who, by shrewd designs, Restrained you in the race of sovereignties. The Baby Star of States, you came in last With the effulgence of a glorious past. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PRODIGAL SON by DAVID IGNATOW GOAL by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SERVICE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SORROW SINGERS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON MORNING, NOON AND NIGHT by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON DOMESDAY BOOK: ALMA BELL TO THE CORONER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |