Not in the belching cannon's roar, Not in the piper's lay, Not in the flag which we adore, Nor yet in holiday; Not in the fulsome studied speech, Not in the pomp and show, Not in the rocket's sizzling screech, Nor in the fire's glow; But in the heart where doth abound A nobler, finer plan, Where Country's weal is the profound And holy love for man; There is the future's heritage, There is our Country's hope, There doth the patriot's true gauge Confound the misanthrope. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO NANNETTE FALK-AUERBACH by SIDNEY LANIER THE AWAKENING by EDGAR LEE MASTERS LETTERS TO DEAD IMAGISTS by CARL SANDBURG |