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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
NEWARK: 1866, by ELIZABETH SEWELL HILL First Line: The dying roar of artillery Last Line: O city of two hundred years! Subject(s): History; New Jersey; Peace; War; Historians | |||
The dying roar of artillery. A nation, torn, in her agony; One nation, smiling in her agony. The long grey lines have all swung south, Worn, proud, unbroken. From river-mouth, From inlet, from roadstead, the boats go by. One flag flies in the freedman's sky. Blue lines passing, mute and worn have come Home to the peace of the north hills—home. The shipping crowds the lower bay. New duties call—the greater play Of Love's great heart of forgivingness; Wrongs that Right must needs redress; And civic growth and righteousness. How the spirit carries, how greatly go The earnest years, we and the Passaic know; Scanning the stars, blood of elder seers, O city of two hundred years! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BRITISH COUNTRYSIDE IN PICTURES by JAMES MCMICHAEL THE HISTORY OF MY LIFE by JOHN ASHBERY INITIAL CONDITIONS by MARVIN BELL THE DREAM SONGS: 290 by JOHN BERRYMAN THE EROTICS OF HISTORY by EAVAN BOLAND THEM AND US by LUCILLE CLIFTON COMING HOME by ELIZABETH SEWELL HILL |
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