To My Native Land

My country! In thy days of glory past
A beauteous halo circled round thy brow
and worshipped as a deity thou wast—
Where is thy glory, where the reverence now?
Thy eagle pinion is chained down at last,
And grovelling in the lowly dust art thou,
Thy minstrel hath no wreath to weave for thee
Save the sad story of thy misery!
Well—let me dive into the depths of time
And bring from out the ages, that have rolled
A few small fragments of these wrecks sublime
Which human eye may never more behold
And let the guerdon of my labour be,
My fallen country! One kind wish for thee!

by Henry Louis Vivian Derozio

Comments (7)

Agreed! Great explanation!
Wow, so nice. i love it
I hope his wife follows the same logic. This is how love is extended and appreciated.
@L J i believed there is three concept to put into account here: 1. My mother- my own mother, who died early- this is to say persona lost his mother and someone else took care of him. But, who? but you Are mother to the one I loved so dearly his grandma. Then what? By that infinity with which my wife Was dearer to my soul than its soul-life After leaving his grandma he married a mother of his children; I mean a wife. In short he his expressing his appreciation to MOTHERS for taking care of him and the love they have for male Species.
I agree David and truly to love your spouse then you must love your spouses mother as much, to know the child is to know the mother and to love the child is to love the mother.. a most fabulous write
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