TODAY, the Fourth of July, is Independence Day in the USA.

Robert Frost's lines look at the emergence of the transatlantic sense of nationality.

THE GIFT OUTRIGHT

The land was ours before we were the land's.

She was our land more than a hundred years

Before we were her people. She was ours

In Massachusetts, in Virginia,

But we were England's, still colonials,

Possessing what we still were unpossessed by,

Possessed by what we now no more possessed.

Something we were withholding made us weak

Until we found it was ourselves

We were withholding from our land of living,

And forthwith found salvation in surrender.

Such as we were we gave ourselves outright

(The deed of gift was many deeds of war)

To the land vaguely realising westward,

But still unstoried, artless, unenhanced,

Such as she was, such as she would become.