Learn More

William Gilmore Simms

(1806 - 1870 / USA)

Morris Island


Oh! from the deeds well done, the blood well shed
In a good cause springs up to crown the land
With ever-during verdure, memory fed,
Wherever freedom rears one fearless band,
The genius, which makes sacred time and place,
Shaping the grand memorials of a race!

The barren rock becomes a monument,
The sea-shore sands a shrine;
And each brave life, in desperate conflict spent,
Grows to a memory which prolongs a line!

Oh! barren isle--oh! fruitless shore,
Oh! realm devoid of beauty--how the light
From glory's sun streams down for evermore,
Hallowing your ancient barrenness with bright!

Brief dates, your lowly forts; but full of glory,
Worthy a life-long story;
Remembered, to be chronicled and read,
When all your gallant garrisons are dead;
And to be sung
While liberty and letters find a tongue!

Taught by the grandsires at the ingle-blaze,
Through the long winter night;
Pored over, memoried well, in winter days,
While youthful admiration, with delight,
Hangs, breathless, o'er the tale, with silent praise;
Seasoning delight with wonder, as he reads
Of stubborn conflict and audacious deeds;
Watching the endurance of the free and brave,
Through the protracted struggle and close fight,
Contending for the lands they may not save,
Against the felon, and innumerous foe;
Still struggling, though each rampart proves a grave.
For home, and all that's dear to man below!

Earth reels and ocean rocks at every blow;
But still undaunted, with a martyr's might,
They make for man a new Thermopylae;
And, perishing for freedom, still go free!
Let but each humble islet of our coast
Thus join the terrible issue to the last;
And never shall the invader make his boast
Of triumph, though with mightiest panoply
He seeks to rend and rive, to blight and blast!

Submitted: Monday, April 19, 2010

Do you like this poem?
0 person liked.
0 person did not like.

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Comments about this poem (Morris Island by William Gilmore Simms )

Enter the verification code :

There is no comment submitted by members..

Trending Poets

Trending Poems

  1. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening, Robert Frost
  2. A Smile To Remember, Charles Bukowski
  3. Still I Rise, Maya Angelou
  4. Daffodils, William Wordsworth
  5. The Road Not Taken, Robert Frost
  6. If You Forget Me, Pablo Neruda
  7. I Am the Only Being Whose Doom, Emily Jane Brontë
  8. Annabel Lee, Edgar Allan Poe
  9. Alone, Maya Angelou
  10. Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night, Dylan Thomas

Poem of the Day

poet Emily Jane Brontë

I am the only being whose doom
No tongue would ask no eye would mourn
I never caused a thought of gloom
A smile of joy since I was born

In secret pleasure - secret tears
...... Read complete »

   

New Poems

  1. Give Thanks, Charles Jagongo
  2. Bones, Casey Renee Kiser
  3. WE WERE ONCE, Jon Alan
  4. A Mother's Loneliness, Muhammad Farhan Ahmed
  5. God ia not all macho, kalemeera collins
  6. My mom, Meenakshi Hariharan
  7. 2006 Tsunami, Meenakshi Hariharan
  8. Yes, I am emotional, Meenakshi Hariharan
  9. Perspective, DEEPAK KUMAR PATTANAYAK
  10. Let the music play on, Harold R Hunt Sr
[Hata Bildir]