O LITTLE Land of lapping seas, Of vineyards, vales and hills; Of tender rains and rainbow plains, Of deserts and of rills; O little Land of mounting crags, Of lonely height and deep; A world away thy children stray And long and wait and weep. From Egypt's flesh-pots, Lord of wrath, With mighty outstretched hand, Through seas and mountains cleave our path; Oh! Lord, redeem our land! I know the golden oranges Englobed beneath the moon, The sky that spills 'twixt seas and hills Its shining draught of noon; The vines that bind our holy hills With grapes like jewels set; The silver green of olive sheen Oh, can my soul forget? O little Land of holy men Of fearless dream and deed; From clime to clime the storms of time Have strewn thy hardy seed, And fearless still and holy still, We sang through hate and shame; With faith we fought, with deed and thought And God's enduring name. My heart is singing like a bird Of home that still may be, And joys I dared to leave, and spared, Hold out their arms to me. We cannot sleep in cushioned ease Nor yield to martial will, But we must hear God's trumpet clear Sound peace upon His Hill. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SONG OF COURAGE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON DEVASTATION by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON DREAM LIFE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON HOMING BRAVES by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON PRIDE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO HENRY LINCOLN JOHNSON - LAWYER by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |