Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, OUR NATIVE LAND, by DAVID MACBETH MOIR


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OUR NATIVE LAND, by                     Poet's Biography
First Line: The halo round the seraph's head
Last Line: With sides of snow, and throat of fires!
Alternate Author Name(s): Delta
Subject(s): Earth; Home; Memory; Nations; Travel; World; Journeys; Trips


THE halo round the Seraph's head,
Too purified for thing of earth,
Is not more beautifully bright
Than that celestial zone of light,
Which Nature's magic hand hath shed
Around the land which gave us birth.

O!—be that country beautified
With woods that wave, and streams that glide,
Where bounteous air and earth unfold
The gales of health and crops of gold;
Let flowers and fields be ever fair;
Let fragrance load the languid air;
Be vines in every valley there,
And olives on each mountain side:—
Or—let it be a wilderness
Where heaven and earth oppose in gloom;
Where the low sun all faintly glows
O'er regions of perennial snows:—
Still 'tis the country not the less
Of him, who sows what ne'er may bless
His labours with autumnal bloom!

Yes! partial clans, in every clime,
Since first commenced the march of Time,
Where'er they rest—where'er they roam—
All unforgot,
Have still a spot
Which memory loves, and heart calls—home!
From where Antarctic oceans roar
Round Patagonia's mountain shore;
To where grim Hecla's cone aspires,
With sides of snow, and throat of fires!





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