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Welcome To The Nations

By Oliver Wendell Holmes

Topics: classic

Bright on the banners of lily and rose     Lo! the last sun of our century sets!     Wreathe the black cannon that scowled on our foes,     All but her friendships the nation forgets     All but her friends and their welcome forgets!     These are around her; but where are her foes?     Lo, while the sun of her century sets,     Peace with her garlands of lily and rose!     Welcome! a shout like the war trumpet's swell     Wakes the wild echoes that slumber around     Welcome! it quivers from Liberty's bell;     Welcome! the walls of her temple resound!     Hark! the gray walls of her temple resound     Fade the far voices o'er hillside and dell;     Welcome! still whisper the echoes around;     Welcome I still trembles on Liberty's bell!     Thrones of the continents! isles of the sea     Yours are the garlands of peace we entwine;     Welcome, once more, to the land of the free,     Shadowed alike by the pahn and the pine;     Softly they murmur, the palm and the pine,     "Hushed is our strife, in the land of the free";     Over your children their branches entwine,     Thrones of the continents! isles of the sea!

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Oliver Wendell Holmes

About Oliver Wendell Holmes

Oliver Wendell Holmes Sr. (1809–1894) was an American poet, physician, and essayist. His poems "Old Ironsides" and "The Chambered Nautilus" are American classics. He was part of the Fireside Poets group.

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