Page:The Unconquered Air, Coates, 1912.djvu/124

So calm, productive, full of beauty;
Unto contentment so inviting!
A Land, through service and through duty,
The past and future so uniting
That Death itself may not them sunder!—
Know you its name?

Back of the centuries its birth-hour lonely
Men vainly seek:
Of its beginnings legend only
And myth may speak:
Ere Greece of beauty dreamed, or Rome of power,
In some mysterious, unrecorded hour,
Darkling from hushed obscurity it sprung
When the Nile gods and the Vedas yet were young.