Boston Poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Boston
St. Botolph's Town! Hither across the plains
And fens of Lincolnshire, in garb austere,
There came a Saxon monk, and founded here
A Priory, pillaged by marauding Danes,
So that thereof no vestige now remains;
Only a name, that, spoken loud and clear,
And echoed in another hemisphere,
Survives the sculptured walls and painted panes.
St. Botolph's Town! Far over leagues of land
And leagues of sea looks forth its noble tower,
And far around the chiming bells are heard;
So may that sacred name forever stand
A landmark, and a symbol of the power,
That lies concentred in a single word.
(Boston - Poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.) **Penned for Boston- a tribute in kind.
It reminds me of certain other places known by the name of their presiding saints. A nice tribute. Thanks.
fens of linconshire, in garb austere, saxon monk, marauding danes, no vestige now remains, echoed in another hemisphere, beautiful narrative.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/18/2024 8:31:35 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Amazing narration of the history of Boston city since it's inception as St. Botalph's town.