Collected Works (Vol. I)

CARMEN SAECULARE 221 They fall in the shelterless hollow ; While earth has this burden upon her, They sleep in the cold and the sun ; Your eagle unwilling to fly ! They fight, and the Englishmen follow— Loose, loose the wide wings! For your The odds are as twenty to one! honour ! Hide, hide thy bright eyes, O Apollo! Let tyranny die! The murder is done.! Remember, this day of your glory, Your fight for the freedom you own. Those years—is their memory hoary? Your chains—is their memory flown? Your triumph is famous in story, But yours is alone. The stones should arise to declare it, Their terror and tyrannous reign ! The earth be unable to bear it, ‘Gape wide, for her motherly pain ! Shalt thou, O Columbia, share it, The shame and the stain? In the name of your Freedom I claim it, Your power in the cause of the free! In the name of our God as I name it, ! . 1 Kruger, however, fulfilled his threat to | AMEN! I demand it of ye, drive the English into the sea. Only Jews and | Man’s freedom! Arise and proclaim it, Chinamen have survived the struggle; as the The song of the sea! fox in the contest between the lion and the bear, recorded by Aesop.—A. . Time will show whether Crowley’ S cynicism | S.S. PENNSYLVANIA, is justified, July 4, 1900. Your stripes are the stripes of dishonour; Your stars are cast down from the sky ;