And as thou, like the Phœnix, bird of old,
Comest from forth thy ruined home, for aye
In broader fields to live and grow, from west
To east the lengthened shout is roll’d,
“’Tis ours, by thee made strong, to strengthen thee,
To us, of all the world the dearest, best!”
FATHER TIME.
I am the father of the river,
Of the sea, and of the mountain;
Of the sunlight that doth quiver