Queen Berengaria's Courtesy, and Other Poems By the Lady E. Stuart Wortley. In Three Vols |
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TO THE SAME.
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TO THE SAME.
[Utter thy tidings forth—nor let the world]
Utter thy tidings forth—nor let the worldI'the serpent Error's folds lie longer now—
Oh! utter forth those glorious tidings—thou!
Who at that serpent, Truth's keen bolt hast hurled,
Be the starred scroll, triumphantly unfurled—
Let all Mankind their strong belief avow!
Let Ignorance hide close her withered brow,
With Superstition's slippery beads empearled—
Let Prejudice forego her poisonous hold,
On sacred things—which she doth desecrate!
Be those bright tidings full and loudly told—
Oh! holiest task, to give more strength—more weight
To Justice—Mercy—Wisdom—Love—to unfold
Deep truths, which shall exalt Man's present State!
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