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Fourth Of July Patriotic Poems
“I Hear America Singing” — Walt Whitman
I hear America singing, the varied carols I hear,
Those of mechanics, each one singing his as it should be blithe and strong,
The carpenter singing his as he measures his plank or beam,
The mason singing his as he makes ready for work, or leaves off work,
The boatman singing what belongs to him in his boat, the deckhand singing on the steamboat deck,
The shoemaker singing as he sits on his bench, the hatter singing as he stands,
The wood-cutter’s song, the ploughboy’s on his way in the morning, or at noon intermission or at sundown,
The delicious singing of the mother, or of the young wife at work, or of the girl sewing or washing,
Each singing what belongs to him or her and to none else,
The day what belongs to the day—at night the party of young fellows, robust, friendly,
Singing with open mouths their strong melodious songs.
Military Song for the Fourth
Is there a heart forgets the day
That first proclaimed us free!
Can time erase the brilliant page,
That star of memory!
No whilst one drop shall warm our veins,
We’ll guard the sacred trust;
In us shall freedom find a friend,
An altar in each breast.
The martyr’d sons of liberty
In every heart shall dwell,
Their laurels now as freshly bloom
As in the hour they fell.
The jubilee of freemen hail
In honor of their worth:
Though care assail us all the year,
To joy we’ll give the Fourth.
Ode on the 4th July
All hail! to the day, when from anarchy free,
Our fathers asserted the rights of the brave,
And sent this decree o’er the wide rolling sea,
“The home of the valiant shall yet be his grave.”
When the myriads of Britain overshadow’d the land,
Then first was discover’d our forefathers’ glory;
Then arose, simultaneous! the patriot band,
Whose deeds shall forever be mingled in story.
Ye youths of Columbia! let time not impair
The deeds which from sire to son have descended:
But if tyrants invade you, in unity swear
Their spirit still lives tho’ with earth they are blended.
While the Fourth of July shall be sacred to mirth,
May the name of our Washington dwell on each tongue–
His fame kindle glory–his virtues give birth
To acts which to nations unborn, shall be sung.
On the Anniversary of the Independence of the United States
Let the poets of Europe write odes on their king
Or their musical notes raise so high,
The birth-day of freedom we ever will sing
And rejoice on the Fourth of July.
No proud, haughty monarch can here bear the sway
Since tyranny now we defy;
Fair liberty ushers this joyful glad day,
And proclaims ’tis the Fourth of July.
May Columbians united, preserve and protect
The blessings on which they rely,
Nor with shameful indifference ever neglect
To remember the Fourth of July.
This day be it sacred to freedom and peace,
Festivity, friendship and joy;
May our land in prosperity ever encrease
And be bles’d on the Fourth of July.
Anthem for the Fourth of July
On this auspicious Day,
Freemen, thy homage pay,
The king of kings.
Ancient of endless days,
Above all creature praise,
To Him loud Anthems raise,
On Freedom’s wings.
Our favor’d land afar,
The world’s bright morning star,
Shines in the West.
It’s light shall still increase,
Till Liberty and peace,
Expand, and never cease
To make men blest,
Justice and equal laws
Maintain the sacred course
Freedom’s our magic word,
The rights of man our sword,
Our banner is the Lord,
The Lord of hosts.
American Independence Day Famous Poems
Centennial – S. Theresa Wason
Our fathers’ God to Thee,
Enthroned in majesty
We humbly bow;
To thank Thee that this day
Recalls our childhood’s way,
Brings loved ones, far away,
To meet us now.
We’ll lay aside our creeds,
And will our fathers’ deeds
With marshaled hosts array,
And music’s grand display,
Our anniversary day
‘Twas our centennial sires,
Who kindled here the fires
Of peaceful homes;
That noble race of men,
Of serling worth undim’d,
We’ll love and honor them
While here we roam.
Their many virtues shine,
More bright as passing time
Bears us along;
And when life’s dreams are o’er,
We’ll walk the “Shining shore,”
And join them gone before,
In endless song.
Independence Day – Mary M. North
We celebrate a “day of days,”
Which saw a nation rise
Through din of battle, clash of arms,
And severed kindred ties.
This day we draw aside the veil,
And backward take a look
On stirring scenes, brought to our view,
As in an open book.
We see the lights in “old North Church”–
Those beacons burning bright–
And gallop on with Paul Revere,
Throughout that fateful night.
We fight with men at Bunker Hill,
Whose aim was good and true–
Nerved to the task by loyal hearts,
‘Neath coats of buff and blue.
With praying Washington we wait
At Valley Forge, in snow and sleet,
And see the blood-prints on the ground
From shoeless soldiers’ feet.
With thin-clad, shiv’ring, dauntless men
We cross the Delaware
To meet the foe and capture them,
And untold perils dare.
We rise with those patriots brave,
When they their names affix
To the “Declaration” broad and grand,
Of Seventeen Seventy-six.
As liberty loud it proclaims,
We hear the tones of the bell,
While echoing valley, hill and glen
The message to nations tell.
And so each year we celebrate
This day, so dear to all,
When a Nation to new life awoke,
At Freedom’s earnest call.
“The New Colossus” — Emma Lazarus
Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.
“Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!” cries she
With silent lips. “Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”
“Concord Hymn” — Ralph Waldo Emerson
By the rude bridge that arched the flood,
Their flag to April’s breeze unfurled,
Here once the embattled farmers stood
And fired the shot heard round the world.
The foe long since in silence slept;
Alike the conqueror silent sleeps;
And Time the ruined bridge has swept
Down the dark stream which seaward creeps.
On this green bank, by this soft stream,
We set today a votive stone;
That memory may their deed redeem,
When, like our sires, our sons are gone.
Spirit, that made those heroes dare
To die, and leave their children free,
Bid Time and Nature gently spare
The shaft we raise to them and thee.
The Veteran and the Child – Hannah Flagg Gould
‘Come, grandfather, show how you carried your gun
To the field, where America’s freedom was won,
Or bore your old sword, which you say was new then,
When you rose to command, and led forward your men;
And tell how you felt with the balls whizzing by,
Where the wounded fell round you, to bleed and to die!’
The prattler had stirred, in the veteran’s breast,
The embers of fire that had long been at rest.
The blood of his youth rushed anew through his veins;
The soldier returned to his weary campaigns;
His perilous battles at once fighting o’er,
While the soul of nineteen lit the eye of four-score.
“I carried my musket, as one that must be
But loosed from the hold of the dead, or the free!
And fearless I lifted my good, trusty sword,
In the hand of a mortal, the strength of the Lord!
In battle, my vital flame freely, I felt
Should go, but the chains of my country to melt!”
“I sprinkled my blood upon Lexington’s sod,
And Charlestown’s green height to the war-drum I trod.
From the fort, on the Hudson, our guns I depressed,
The proud coming sail of the foe to arrest.
I stood at Stillwater, the Lakes, and White Plains,
And offered for freedom to empty my veins!”
“Dost now ask me, child, since thou hear’st where I’ve been,
Why my brow is so furrowed, my locks white and thin–
Why this faded eye cannot go by the line,
Trace out little beauties, and sparkle like thine;
Or why so unstable his tremulous knee,
Who bore ‘sixty years since,’ such perils for thee?”
“What! sobbing so quick? are the tears going to start?
Come! lean thy young head on thy grandfather’s heart!
It has not much longer to glow with the joy
I feel thus to clasp thee, so noble a boy!
But when in earth’s bosom it long has been cold,
A man, thou ‘lt recall, what, a babe, thou art told.”
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