 | Poems by Julia C. R. Dorr |  |
VIII.
Thus fared the Nation, prosperous, great, and free,Prophet and herald of the good to be;
And on its humbler way, in calm content,
The lesser State, the while, serenely went.
Safe in her mountain fastnesses she dwelt,
Her life's first cares forgot, its woes unfelt,
And thought her bitterest tears had all been shed,
For peace was in her borders, and God reigned overhead.
| Poems by Julia C. R. Dorr | |