Katharine Lee Bates

Honor and pity for the smitten field, The valorous ranks mown down like precious corn, Whose want must famish love morn after morn,

O beautiful for spacious skies, For amber waves of grain, For purple mountain majesties

1899 Who would trust England, let him lift his eyes To Nelson, columned o'er Trafalgar Square,

Our fathers, in the years grown dim, reared slowly, wall by wall A holy dwelling-place for Him, that filleth all in all. They wrought His house of faith and prayer, the rainbow round the Throne,

The Old Year groaned as he trudged away, His guilty shadow black on the snow, And the heart of the glad New Year turned grey

And what of thee, O Lincoln's Land? What gloom Is darkening above the Sunset Sea? Vowed Champion of Liberty, deplume

Bodies glad, erect, Beautiful with youth, Life's elect,

At the crowded gangway they kissed good-bye. He had half a mind to scold her. An officer's mother and not keep dry

My love, my love, if you could come once more From your high place, I would not question you for heavenly lore,

A stranger, schooled to gentle arts, He stept before the curious throng; His path into our waiting hearts

White wing, white wing, Lily of the air, What word dost bring,

Never was there lovelier town Than our Falmouth by the sea. Tender curves of sky look down

The battle will not cease Till once again on those white steeds ye ride, O heaven-descended Twins,

I. In South Africa Over the lonesome African plain The stars look down, like eyes of the slain.

O dear my Country, beautiful and dear, Love cloth not darken sight. God looketh through Love's eyes, whose vision clear

Two centuries' winter storms have lashed the changing sands of Falmouth's shore, Deep-voiced, the winds, swift winged, wild, have echoed there the ocean's roar. But though the north-east gale unleashed, rage-blind with power, relentless beat,

Must I, who walk alone, Come on it still, This Puck of plants

The first faint dawn was flushing up the skies When, dreamland still bewildering mine eyes, I looked out to the oak that, winter-long,