Last year, I posted a stanza from one of my favourite poems (‘Columbia’ by Timothy Dwight) that - to me - summarizes how I feel this time each year; this year I am gonna post another stanza:
Columbia, Columbia, to glory rise,
The queen of the world, and the child of the skies!
Thy genius commands thee; with rapture behold,
While ages on ages thy splendours unfold.
Thy reign is the last, and the noblest of time,
Most fruitful thy soil, most inviting thy clime.
Let the crimes of the east ne’er encrimson thy name,
Be freedom, and science, and virtue, thy fame.
You can read the entire poem here.