 | Songs and Poems by George Sigerson |  |
14
CONSOLATION
O heart, be not afflicted
By foeman's scoff and fraud,
The Lord will well direct it
For He is Freedom's God!
By foeman's scoff and fraud,
The Lord will well direct it
For He is Freedom's God!
Let still the tyrants threaten—
They cannot reach to Him
Who Freedom's flame hath set in
His glory, ne'er to dim.
They cannot reach to Him
Who Freedom's flame hath set in
His glory, ne'er to dim.
Smouldering through longest sorrows
At Death's touch—lo! it starts!
As radiant fuel borrows
The blood of noble hearts!
At Death's touch—lo! it starts!
As radiant fuel borrows
The blood of noble hearts!
'Twill split red thrones asunder,
Thy fetters melt away,
And where our Brave lie under
To Glory's palm give sway.
Thy fetters melt away,
And where our Brave lie under
To Glory's palm give sway.
Then, heart, be not afflicted
By foeman's scoff and fraud,
The Lord will well direct it,
For He is Freedom's God!
By foeman's scoff and fraud,
The Lord will well direct it,
For He is Freedom's God!
| Songs and Poems by George Sigerson | |