George Reginald Margetson, "The State House" (1928)
(Dedicated to the Memory of Crispus Attucks and the Soldiers of Democracy)
A gilded dome that lifts into the sky
Reared from its rugged base on Beacon Hill;
It tops the heights where freedom's airs distill;
Beneath its wings immortal relics lie.
They tell of brave men who for us did die.
Who fought and conquered with unwavering will
Thrice armed with righteousness, they drank their fill
Of freedom's wine, and held her honor high.
Here rest their laurels in the Hall of Fame
Where time rewards great deeds with gratitude,
Where free men, sons of freedom's noble brood
Assemble, their proud heritage to claim.
Here soars the eagle in its glorious flight,
Emblem of justice, liberty and light.
Published in Saturday Evening Quill, 1928