Poems by Katharine Lee Bates

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Honor and pity for the smitten field,
O beautiful for spacious skies,
1899
Our fathers, in the years grown dim, reared slowly, wall by wall
The Old Year groaned as he trudged away,
And what of thee, O Lincoln's Land? What gloom
Bodies glad, erect,
At the crowded gangway they kissed good-bye.
My love, my love, if you could come once more
A stranger, schooled to gentle arts,
White wing, white wing,
Never was there lovelier town
The battle will not cease
I. In South Africa
O dear my Country, beautiful and dear,
Two centuries' winter storms have lashed the changing sands of Falmouth's shore,
Must I, who walk alone,
The first faint dawn was flushing up the skies

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