 | Nugae |  |
390
EUROPE.
The ancient Wrong rules many a land, whose groans
Climb, swarming, to the stars by day and night,
Thronging with piteous clamor round the thrones,
Where the Archangels sit in God's great light,
And, pitying, mourn to see that Wrong still reigns,
And tortured nations reel beneath their chains.
Climb, swarming, to the stars by day and night,
Thronging with piteous clamor round the thrones,
Where the Archangels sit in God's great light,
And, pitying, mourn to see that Wrong still reigns,
And tortured nations reel beneath their chains.
From Hungary and France fierce cries go up,
And beat against the portals of the skies;
Fair Italy still drinks the bitter cup,
And Germany in abject stupor lies;
The knout on Poland's bloody shoulders rings,
And Time is all one jubilee of kings.
And beat against the portals of the skies;
Fair Italy still drinks the bitter cup,
And Germany in abject stupor lies;
The knout on Poland's bloody shoulders rings,
And Time is all one jubilee of kings.
It will not be so always. Through the night
The suffering multitudes with joy descry
Beyond the ocean a great beacon-light,
Flashing its beams into their starless sky,
And teaching them to struggle and be free—
The light of Order, Law, and Liberty.
The suffering multitudes with joy descry
Beyond the ocean a great beacon-light,
Flashing its beams into their starless sky,
And teaching them to struggle and be free—
The light of Order, Law, and Liberty.
391
Take heart, ye bleeding nations! and your chains
Shall shiver like thin glass. The dawn is near,
When Earth shall feel through all her aged veins
The new blood flashing; and her drowsy ear
Hail Freedom's trumpet ringing in the sky,
Calling her braves to conquer or to die.
Shall shiver like thin glass. The dawn is near,
When Earth shall feel through all her aged veins
The new blood flashing; and her drowsy ear
Hail Freedom's trumpet ringing in the sky,
Calling her braves to conquer or to die.
Arm, arm ye for the struggle! let the stags
Against the lordly lions stand at bay—
Each pass, Thermopylæ, and all the crags
Young Freedom's fortresses!—and soon the day
Shall come when Right shall rule, and round the thrones
That gird God's feet shall eddy no more groans.
Against the lordly lions stand at bay—
Each pass, Thermopylæ, and all the crags
Young Freedom's fortresses!—and soon the day
Shall come when Right shall rule, and round the thrones
That gird God's feet shall eddy no more groans.
1853.
| Nugae | |