Katharine Lee Bates

Katharine Lee Bates

1,000 карма
United Kingdom (Great Britain)

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O beautiful for spacious skies, For amber waves of grain, For purple mountain majesties Above the fruited plain
America
America
God shed His grace on thee And crown thy good with brotherhood From sea to shining sea...
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The day was hotter than words can tell,
So hot the jelly-fish wouldn't jell
The halibut went all to butter,
And the catfish had only force to utterA faint sea-mew — aye, though some have doubted,
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AT last, at last the
Falls back before the Cross
Great spirits,
With longing and with loss,
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At the crowded gangway they kissed good-bye
He had half a mind to scold her
An officer's mother and not keep dry The epaulet on his shoulder
He had forgotten mother and fame,
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GH the winds but stir on their hoary
Of hemlock and pungent pine,
All the whispering woodland
Gossip of things divine, —Why God is gray in the granite rock,
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LY swung the old carpenter up to his door,
Drums and fifes in his tread,
But softly he crossed the braided mats on the floor,
Gently he stroked her head
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And what of thee,
O Lincoln's Land
What gloom Is darkening above the Sunset Sea
Vowed Champion of Liberty, deplume Thy war-crest, bow thy knee,
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