A Toast To Our Native Land
by Robert Bridges (1844�1930) |
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Huge and alert, irascible yet strong,
We make our fitful way 'mid right
and wrong.
One time we pour out millions to be free,
Then rashly sweep an empire from the sea!
One time we
strike the shackles from the slaves,
And then, quiescent,
we are ruled by knaves.
Often we rudely break restraining
bars,
And confidently reach out toward the stars.
Yet under all there flows a hidden stream
Sprung from the
Rock of Freedom, the great dream
Of Washington and
Franklin, men of old
Who knew that freedom is not bought
with gold.
This is the Land we love, our heritage,
Strange mixture of the gross and fine, yet sage
And full
of promise--destined to be great.
Drink to Our Native
Land! God Bless the State! |
By Robert Bridges (1844�1930)
Listed October 4, 2012 |
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