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Your triumph is famous in story, But yours is alone. 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, AMEN ! I demand it of ye, Man’s freedom ! Arise and proclaim it, The song of the sea ! S.S. PENNSYLVANIA, July 4, 1900. 30
The price of your freedom—I claim it ! Your aid to make other men free ! Your strength—I defy you to shame it ! Your peace—I defy it to be Dishonoured ! Arise and proclaim it From sea unto sea ! From Ireland the voice of the dying, The murdered, the starved, the exiled, In hope to your freedom is crying A dolorous note and a wild : “ Your star-bestrewn banner is flying, And ours—is defiled.” From Ind—shall her summons awaken ? Her voices are those of the dead ! By famine and cholera shaken, By taxes and usury bled, In the hour of her torture fo…
…tannia—ho ! Britannia rules the sea ! ” This night thy kingdom shall be finishèd, Thy soul required of thee. Hail ! France ! Because thy freedom hath rebelled Against the alien, and the golden yoke ; Because thy justice lives and reigns, unquelled, Unbribed ; because thy head above the smoke Soars, eagle ! Tribulation hath not felled Thy freedom’s ancient oak ! 11
The Saxons are driven as cattle ; We know Thee, that Thou art the Lord ! Forth Freedom flings skyward, a maiden Rejoicing, upsprung from the sea, And the wild lyre of Erin is laden At last with the songs of the free ! Hail ! Hail unto Thee ! 25
…s is bended ; The wind whistles off to the lee ; The sun is arisen, the splendid ! The sun on the marvellous sea ! And the feast of your freedom is ended, O sons of the free ! Your shouts have gone up to remember The day of your oath to the world. Is its flame dwindled down to an ember ? The flag of your liberty furled ? Your limbs are too strong to dismember— In sloth are they curled ? T 27
IN THE HOUR BEFORE REVOLT. “ . . . the green paradise which western waves Embosom in their ever-wailing sweep, Talking of freedom to their tongueless caves, Or to the spirits which within them keep A record of the wrongs which, though they sleep, Die not, but dream of retribution.” Adonais [cancelled passage]. ILD pennons of sunrise the splendid, And scarlet of clustering flowers Cry aloud that the Winter is ended, Claim pace for the re-risen hours. The Ram in the Heavens exalted Calls War to uncover her wing ; Through skies that be hollow and …
“ CARMEN SAECULARE.” “ I prophesy, with feet upon a grave, Of death cast out, and life devouring death. * * * * * Of freedom, though all manhood were one slave ; Of truth, though all the world were liar ; of love That time nor hate can raze the witness of.” SWINBURNE, Tiresias. INE voices that raise high the eternal hymn ! Nine faces that ring round the rainbow sky ! Hear me ! The century’s lamp is growing dim ; Saturnian gloom descends and it must die. Fill, fill my spirit to the utter brim With fire and melody ! O nine sweet sisters ! I have …
…nwilling to fly ! Loose, loose the wide wings ! For your honour ! Let tyranny die ! 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 ? * At the hour of passing the proof-sheets, however, the Boers are not yet conquered—nor likely to be ! 29
The breath of Thy voice was as Freedom ! The nations did tremble with fear. The heathen, their fury forsook them ; The Moabites trembled and fled. O Lord, when Thy countenance shook them. Thy voice in the House of the Dead. O Lord ! Thou has said ! The lightnings were kindled and lightened, Thy thunder was heard on the deep ; The stars with Thy Fear shook and whitened, The sun and the moon in the steep. The sea rose in tumult and clamour, The Earth also shook with Thee then, As Thor had uplifted his hammer, And smitten the mutinous men. O ! ris…
Stand, Russia ! Let thy freedom grow in peace, Beneath the constant rule, the changing Czar. Thy many, thine inhospitable seas Shall ring thee round, a zodiac to thy star, And Frost, the rampart of thine iron ease, Laugh at the shock of war. Turn, Italy ! The Voice is unto Thee ! Return, poor wounded maiden, to thy home ! Thou hast well tried a spurious liberty : Thou art made captive ; let thy fancy roam To the great Mother, deeper than the sea, And fairer than the foam. O Gateway of the admirable East ! Hold fast thy Faith ! Let no man take t…