Wlliam Gilmore Simms
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Poetry | The Reprint Company; Samuel Hart, Sen. | 1845, 1983
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Thy rude, unyielding frame !
Yet, bowed not, still thou standest here
As in thy youthful pride,
While gleams thy wide-extended crest
In spring's bright verdure dyed.
And, tho' clouds lower, and storms rage on,
Still may'st thou flourish here
And put thy cheering blossoms forth
In many a coining year.

Long may'st thou rear thy shining crest,
Of not one beauty riven,
And steadfastly, as Faith herself,
Soar upwards still to heaven !
Since thou art lone and desolate,
Of every mate bereft ;
Since time has kindly passed thee o'er,
And still thy beauties left.
Long ! long beneath thy shelt'ring boughs
May happy thousands raise
The song—befitting Freedom's land
Of gratitude and praise.

Long in thy branches may the birds
Of heav'n delight to rest!
And long the sun, at earliest morn,
Greet with its smile thy crest ;
And long as freemen love their land
The land of fame and glory,
Still may thy praise illume the page
Of her undying story !
Farewell ! upon thy honored head,