McKay explores the good parts of the country, the strength and vigor it contains. POETRY DAILYMS 3E44400 University DriveFairfax, VA 22030, Poetry DailyMS 3E44400 University DriveFairfax, VA 22030. Freedom's almight trust And ev'ry gain divine. He found a country, rich and fair. Beneath the touch of Time’s unerring hand, Rich with the store of a bountiful soil, Remember, Christians, Negro's, black as Cain, my buddy's friend makes $96 hourly on the internet. ! Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes, Poems frequently rely for their effect on imagery, word association, and the.... as a means of recording oral history, storytelling (epic poetry) , genealogy, law and...=> > > http: //www.9cashbox.com ⓒ////, US America Now, present self-start venture for the general population ===> > > http: //www.boxcareer.com ⓒ. ' Go down in battle shock; For your sisters now in chains,— If ye hear, without a blush, Not for vengeance wrought, Then will I tear from your pennon fair All your wealth for all that need. Not on abiding rock. Is hanging breathless on thy fate! My heart with rapture thrills, Far in the regions of darkness and dearth, Bear as they bore. America! Scarred old hills where their fathers fought  Its roof shows many a chasm and rent, God help our country to be strong. Under the crumbling, blacken'd wheel But God has struck its luster down Sits empress, crowning good, repressing ill. Oh, who has not heard of the Northmen of yore, Her eye as keen as the eagle's when the young lambs feed below; Women! Having ours fresh from the hand of God? I lov'd on the river border to stand Reproduced by Poetry Daily with permission. A poem of truth about America..... however, the first word in the poem reads, Although. Humanity with all its fears, Where the troward Atlantic uplifts its last crest, Ring on, ring on sweet Liberty Bell It gives Claude McKay's unique perspective of America as an immigrant. Below is a more complete, categorized list of suggestions. Our fathers' God to Thee, Right in between the word sucks and the period it's supposed to say dix with a ck not x. I lift my lamp beside the golden door!". By the veins of gold and silver, and the mountains vast and grim— Gracious land of liberty, We to the Nation's publick Mart Excerpt from The Liberty Torch by Sri Chinmoy, (1) Excerpt from Ten Thousand Flower-Flames, Part 92 by Sri Chinmoy, (2) Excerpt from Transcendence-Perfection by Sri Chinmoy, (3) Excerpt from Ten Thousand Flower-Flames, Part 5 by Sri Chinmoy, (5) Excerpt from Ten Thousand Flower-Flames, Part 2 by Sri Chinmoy. With dewy mornings and sunset light, Mother of men whom the world will praise. This seemingly counterintuitive argument is what McKay explores throughout the poem, both loving and hating the country. Country of freedom be free in thy heart! I love the land where the mountains stand, And weak and small, My country forever, great land of the free! The millions on relief today?The millions shot down when we strike?The millions who have nothing for our pay?For all the dreams we've dreamedAnd all the songs we've sungAnd all the hopes we've heldAnd all the flags we've hung,The millions who have nothing for our pay--Except the dream that's almost dead today.O, let America be America again--The land that never has been yet--And yet must be--the land where every man is free.The land that's mine--the poor man's, Indian's, Negro's, ME--Who made America,Whose sweat and blood, whose faith and pain,Whose hand at the foundry, whose plow in the rain,Must bring back our mighty dream again.Sure, call me any ugly name you choose--The steel of freedom does not stain.From those who live like leeches on the people's lives,We must take back our land again,America!O, yes,I say it plain,America never was America to me,And yet I swear this oath--America will be!Out of the rack and ruin of our gangster death,The rape and rot of graft, and stealth, and lies,We, the people, must redeemThe land, the mines, the plants, the rivers.The mountains and the endless plain--All, all the stretch of these great green states--And make America again! Not in the pride of a blinded conceit, Ranked poetry on America, by famous & modern poets. Yet, this final image seems to tip the scale, McKay suggesting that what makes the country powerful could eventually fall, leaving nothing but ‘bitterness’. And who has not seen, 'mid the summer's gay crowd, Reply. And her foot as fleet as the antelope's when the hunter rides the lea; Freedom's fabric freely wrought, Through all its shores! Loving the things that their fathers wrought  That waves so proudly today o'er the living They are slaves who dare not be America has discovered promise. A craven race in the land of the free! Blessings of peace; Subscribe to our mailing list and get new poetry analysis updates straight to your inbox. But she heard the west wind calling, and longed to follow the sun Thrilling the wind with a sweet command, The opening lines of America focus on the ‘bitterness’ which the country inspires. Worn old fields of their fathers' toil, Confirm thy soul in self-control, To war each patriot flies, Men of the older, gentler soil, And guard her bounds from sea to sea. Over blinding trails where the hoofs rang hard, Who proved the guide— Laughs at them all! Between their loved home and the war's desolation. Welcome and solace kind, I stand within her walls with not a shred Here in the years when life was bright While time endures. This further divides the pome into one octave (8 lines) and one sestet (seven lines), denoting the change in direction.