Songs of A Wayfarer By William Davies |
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| CLXVII. | CLXVII. THE FREEMAN'S SONG. |
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 | Songs of A Wayfarer |  |
CLXVII. THE FREEMAN'S SONG.
Libertà va cercando.
Dante.
The worldling's wealth, the statesman's power,
The placeman's pride, the phantom fires
Of fame—that darling of an hour:
These fill not my enlarged desires;
Nor feed those appetites divine
That lead me with the gods to dine.
The placeman's pride, the phantom fires
Of fame—that darling of an hour:
These fill not my enlarged desires;
Nor feed those appetites divine
That lead me with the gods to dine.
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Of horse and hound I have no care,
No liveried servants on me wait;
I take no count of silk and vair,
Nor wish for gauds of gilded state,
Nor feasts with costly viands spread,
By servile flatteries seasonèd.
No liveried servants on me wait;
I take no count of silk and vair,
Nor wish for gauds of gilded state,
Nor feasts with costly viands spread,
By servile flatteries seasonèd.
The garish pomp, the sparkling show,
The golden shackles of the slave,
The lordly ease that doth not know
The cares of men, I do not crave;
Nor hang my calmer soul's delight
On dance and revelry by night.
The golden shackles of the slave,
The lordly ease that doth not know
The cares of men, I do not crave;
Nor hang my calmer soul's delight
On dance and revelry by night.
No stormy passions tear me down
With restless fiends of fell remorse;
Nor in the senses' dungeon thrown
Would I bleed out the spirit's force:
But let my chartered soul be free
To breathe the air of liberty:—
With restless fiends of fell remorse;
Nor in the senses' dungeon thrown
Would I bleed out the spirit's force:
But let my chartered soul be free
To breathe the air of liberty:—
To drink the mountain spring; to roam
From land to land, and still to find
In every place a happy home,
And friendly hearts in all mankind;
To take the gifts by Heaven sent
With gratitude and rich content:
From land to land, and still to find
In every place a happy home,
And friendly hearts in all mankind;
To take the gifts by Heaven sent
With gratitude and rich content:
In sunny climes, by deep blue seas,
With slow and thoughtful steps to rove;
Or, lying underneath the trees
Of some remote and ancient grove,
To hear the winds above me sighing,
And silvery waterfalls replying:
With slow and thoughtful steps to rove;
Or, lying underneath the trees
Of some remote and ancient grove,
To hear the winds above me sighing,
And silvery waterfalls replying:
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To float in joy the crystal sphere
Of summer dawns through hyaline,
Of such translucent atmosphere
As clears the soul to thoughts divine,
And bears it up through airy dreams
To that which is from that which seems:
Of summer dawns through hyaline,
Of such translucent atmosphere
As clears the soul to thoughts divine,
And bears it up through airy dreams
To that which is from that which seems:
To stand amidst the splintered spires
And scattered fragments of the earth;
To watch the blazing sunset fires,
Fanned by fierce roarings of the north,
Fade from sharp peaks whose jaggèd lines
Are ridged with plumes of blackened pines:
And scattered fragments of the earth;
To watch the blazing sunset fires,
Fanned by fierce roarings of the north,
Fade from sharp peaks whose jaggèd lines
Are ridged with plumes of blackened pines:
From sunny smiles and rainy tears,
From rough and smooth to reap and hold
Rich harvests of the ripening years,
Whose treasure is of better gold;
To walk the world content and free
With this my guardian Liberty.
From rough and smooth to reap and hold
Rich harvests of the ripening years,
Whose treasure is of better gold;
To walk the world content and free
With this my guardian Liberty.
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