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The Wasp And The Hornet

By Oliver Wendell Holmes

Topics: classic

The two proud sisters of the sea,     In glory and in doom! -     Well may the eternal waters be     Their broad, unsculptured tomb!     The wind that rings along the wave,     The clear, unshadowed sun,     Are torch and trumpet o'er the brave,     Whose last green wreath is won!     No stranger-hand their banners furled,     No victor's shout they heard;     Unseen, above them ocean curled,     Safe by his own pale bird;     The gnashing billows heaved and fell;     Wild shrieked the midnight gale;     Far, far beneath the morning swell     Were pennon, spar, and sail.     The land of Freedom! Sea and shore     Are guarded now, as when     Her ebbing waves to victory bore     Fair barks and gallant men;     Oh, many a ship of prouder name     May wave her starry fold,     Nor trail, with deeper light of fame,     The paths they swept of old!

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Oliver Wendell Holmes

About Oliver Wendell Holmes

Oliver Wendell Holmes Sr. (1809–1894) was an American poet, physician, and essayist. His poems "Old Ironsides" and "The Chambered Nautilus" are American classics. He was part of the Fireside Poets group.

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