No song lends these calm vales a deathless name; No hero, to a nation's honors grown, Claims as his birthplace these rude hills unknown; No pomp of hostile armies ever came, Marring these fields with storied blood and flame; And yet the darkest tragedies of time, Of love and death the mysteries sublime Have thrilled this tranquil spot, unmarked of fame. Here the long conflict between good and ill Has been fought out to shame or victory, Darkly and madly as in scenes renowned. Ah, though unnamed in human records, still Within the annals of eternity This place obscure is true historic ground! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ODE ON THE POETICAL CHARACTER by WILLIAM COLLINS (1721-1759) IN THE HOLY NATIVITY [OF OUR LORD GOD]; AS SUNG BY SHEPHERDS by RICHARD CRASHAW INCIDENTS IN THE LIFE OF MY UNCLE ARLY by EDWARD LEAR LONE DOG by IRENE RUTHERFORD MCLEOD A PIPER by JAMES SULLIVAN STARKEY SONG OF THE OPEN ROAD by WALT WHITMAN A WINTRY LULLABY by LAWRENCE ALMA-TADEMA |