Madmoments: or First Verseattempts By a Bornnatural. Addressed to the Lightheaded of Society at Large, by Henry Ellison |
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WISDOM. |
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WISDOM.
Forth from the Scabbard pluck th'indignant Blade,The best of Umpires since the only one;
Lo! Nemesis herself now beckons on,
And in her Hand th' avenging Steel is made
By Justice, forged in Truth's own Flame to aid
Man's Rights against the proud usurping Throne.
Hold! hold! a viewless Angel lays upon
Thine Arm his Hand as gently to dissuade,
And lo! the Sword is shivered like a Reed!
List, Mortal, «Vengeance is the Lord's,» and thy
Brute Aid not even here doth Wisdom need
In aught, e'en if 'twere possible that by
Such means she could attain aught pure or high!
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Of during Blessings— and her Watchword is,
'Twixt Man and Man, of Brotherlove a Kiss;
And when from Lip to Lip this Token speed,
Then will my Form grow clearer to thine Eye,
Yea! Mankind will itself become indeed
The Angel that now warns the viewlessly,
Transformed to that, when from its Errors freed,
An Angel of pure Peace and Charity!
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