LYRICAL AND DRAMATIC. 219
On golden wheels Eternity
Revolves in Night.
The island peoples are too proud and free
And full of might .
To care for time or space, but glorious wend
A royal path of flowers to the end.
I pray thee, God, to weapon me
With this keen fire,
That I may set this people free
As my desire ;
That the white lilies of our liberty
Grow on Life’s crags still higher,
Till on the loftiest peaks their blossom flower,
The rampart of a people and their power.