Poems of the Old South
Poems of the Old South
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have seen Our monarch tree laid low, And spread in ruins o'er the green, But Nature struck the blow; No scheming thrift its downfall planned, It felt no edge of steel, No soulless hireling raised his hand The deadly stroke to deal. The Brave Old South. Ii In bridal garlands, pale and mute, Still pleads the storied tower; These are the blossoms, but the fruit Awaits the golden shower; The spire still greets the morning sun, Say, shall it stand or fall? Help, ere the spoiler has begun ! Help, eac...h, and God help all ! 12 Poems of the Old South. THE OLD SOUTH. JULIA WARD HOWE. WO hands the God of nature gave, One swift to smite, one fond to save, Betwixt the cradle and the grave. Where Strength hews out his stony stint, Where woods are felled and metals blent, The right hand measures his content. Where Skill sits tireless at her loom, Where Beauty wafts her transient bloom, The tender, saving hand has room. The Old South. And Fate, as in a tourney fine, The differing powers doth match and join, That each may wear the crown divine.
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To quickly assess the difficulty of the text, read a short excerpt:
have seen Our monarch tree laid low, And spread in ruins o'er the green, But Nature struck the blow; No scheming thrift its downfall planned, It felt no edge of steel, No soulless hireling raised his hand The deadly stroke to deal. The Brave Old South. Ii In bridal garlands, pale and mute, Still pleads the storied tower; These are the blossoms, but the fruit Awaits the golden shower; The spire still greets the morning sun, Say, shall it stand or fall? Help, ere the spoiler has begun ! Help, eac...h, and God help all ! 12 Poems of the Old South. THE OLD SOUTH. JULIA WARD HOWE. WO hands the God of nature gave, One swift to smite, one fond to save, Betwixt the cradle and the grave. Where Strength hews out his stony stint, Where woods are felled and metals blent, The right hand measures his content. Where Skill sits tireless at her loom, Where Beauty wafts her transient bloom, The tender, saving hand has room. The Old South. And Fate, as in a tourney fine, The differing powers doth match and join, That each may wear the crown divine.
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