Edna Dean Proctor

Edna Dean Proctor (September 18, 1829 – December 18, 1923) was an American writer and poet.

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• And Pole and Tartar and haughty Gaul
  Flee, dismayed, from the Kremlin wall.
  • "The Shrines of Moscow", st. 1

• O Troitsa's altar is divine,—
    St. Sergius! hear our prayers!
  And Kiëff, Olga's lofty shrine,
    The name of "The Holy" bears;
  But Moscow blends all rays in one,—
  They are the stars, and she the sun!
  • "The Shrines of Moscow", st. 3

• And there he reclines with the air of a god,
  As if armies and kingdoms would fall at his nod;
  On his brow the imperial borla is bound,
  Its crimson fringe drooping his temples around,
  And above float the plumes of that bird of the skies
  Which only, they say, for his diadem flies.
  • "The Last Inca"

• Your King may be powerful—a brother I'll be—
  But vassal to none on the land or the sea!
  • "The Last Inca"

• And the chants, and the groans of the dying, as one,
  Went up to the Lord when the carnage was done.
  • "The Last Inca"

• Have you heard how Holy Russia
     Is guarded, night and day,
  By saints gone home to the world of light,
     Yet watching her realm for aye?
  • "Holy Russia" (Sergius of Throitsa)

• Ah! what a day when all the way
     To Marmora's sunny sea—
  From Finland's snows to fields of rose—
     Shall Holy Russia be!
  • "Holy Russia"

• They may hang him on the gibbet; they may raise the victor's cry
  When they see him darkly swinging like a speck against the sky;—
  Ah! the dying of a hero that the right may win its way,
  Is but sowing seed for harvest in a warm and mellow May!
  Now his story shall be whispered by the firelight's evening glow,
  And in fields of rice and cotton when the hot noon passes slow,
  Till his name shall be a watchword from Missouri to the sea,
  And his planting find its reaping in the birthday of the Free!
  • "The Virginia Scaffold" (John Brown, December 2, 1859), st. 4

• We hail thee, we crown thee! To east and to west
  God keep thee the purest, the noblest, the best;
  While all thy domain with a people He fills
  As free as thy winds and as firm as thy hills!
  • "Our Country"

• Encyclopedic article on Edna Dean Proctor on Wikipedia