SHE stands, a thousand-wintered tree,
By countless morns impearled;
Her broad roots coil beneath the sea,
Her branches sweep the world;
Her seeds, by careless winds conveyed,
Clothe the remotest strand
With forests from her scatterings made,
New nations fostered in her shade,
And linking land with land.
O ye by wandering tempest sown
-Neath every alien star,
Forget not whence the breath was blown
That wafted you afar!
For ye are still her ancient seed
On younger soil let fall-
Children of Britain-s island-breed,
To whom the Mother in her need
Perchance may one day call.
England And Her Colonies
William Watson
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Poem topics: breath, children, mother, sea, star, tree, world, shade, ancient, forget, beneath, Valentine's Day, island, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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