God save the Queen! Let the oppressor hold O'er our hearts Queen. VI. Lips touched by seraphim "God save the Queen! Sweet as if angels sang, Loud as that trumpet's clang Wakening the world's dead gang, - Fragment: Rome and Nature OME has fallen, ye see it lying Heaped in undistinguished ruin: Nature is alone undying. Sonnet: England in 1819 N old, mad, blind, despised, and dying king, race, who flow Through public scorn, -mud from a muddy spring, Rulers who never see, nor feel, nor know, A people starved and stabbed in the untilled An army, which liberticide and prey Makes as a two-edged sword to all who wield Golden and sanguine laws which tempt and slay; Religion Christless, Godless—a book sealed; A Senate, - Time's worst statute unrepealed, Are graves, from which a glorious Phantom may Burst, to illumine our tempestuous day. Fragment: Forebodings S not to-day enough? Why do I peer Into the darkness of the day to come? Is not to-morrow even as yesterday? And will the day that follows change thy doom? Few flowers grow upon thy wintry way; And who waits for thee in that cheerless home Whence thou hast fled, whither thou must return Charged with the load that makes thee faint and mourn? RISE, arise, arise! There is blood on the earth that denies ye bread; Be your wounds like eyes To weep for the dead, the dead, the dead. What other grief were it just to pay ? Your sons, your wives, your brethren, were they ; Who said they were slain on the battle day? Awaken, awaken, awaken! The slave and the tyrant are twin-born foes; Be the cold chains shaken To the dust where your kindred repose, repose: Their bones in the grave will start and move, When they hear the voices of those they love, Most loud in the holy combat above. Wave, wave high the banner! When Freedom is riding to conquest by: Though the slaves that fan her Be Famine and Toil, giving sigh for sigh. And ye who attend her imperial car, Lift not your hands in the banded war, But in her defence whose children ye are. Glory, glory, glory, To those who have greatly suffered and done! Never name in story Was greater than that which ye shall have won. Conquerors have conquered their foes alone, |