Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MENTAL HORIZONS: 6. BROTHER BIGHEART-CHRISTIANITY, by WILLIAM STEWARD GORDON First Line: The creed I hold is too divine Last Line: That throbs its way to the throne of god. Subject(s): Christianity; God; West (u.s.); Southwest; Pacific States | ||||||||
The creed I hold is too divine To be walled in by a color line. I praise the Lord for a humble place In the mighty Anglo-Saxon race. All circles of loyalty I prize, But a vaster vision greets my eyes. I shout for the East, I shout for the West I shout for our nation God has blest, But my horizon is the race Its radius great as God's own grace. From my heart's embrace I let none go, Whether man in the mansion, or "man with the hoe" Hurrah for humanity's rich, red blood, That throbs its way to the throne of God. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WESTERN WAGONS by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET DRIVING WEST IN 1970 by ROBERT BLY IN THE HELLGATE WIND by MADELINE DEFREES A PERIOD PORTRAIT OF SYMPATHY by EDWARD DORN ASSORTED COMPLIMENTS by EDWARD DORN AT THE COWBOY PANEL by EDWARD DORN A HUSTLE FOR THE FAIR by WILLIAM STEWARD GORDON |
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