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Page 1 of 11901 · PDF PAGE 11
…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 heard your song In blue soft waters and in stern gray seas ; I listen for your voices in the throng ; I languish for your deadly melodies ! Yet, when I hear the sound for which I long, My soul is not at ease. N 9
1901 · PDF PAGE 25
… Ireland, look upward and wonder, The Sword of Thee smiting before. In the hour of Revolt that burns nigher Each hour as it leaps to the sky, We look to Thee, Lord for Thy Fire ; We look—shall Thy Justice deny ? Well, can we not die ? But Thou, Thou shalt fall from the heaven As hail on the furious host. I see them : their legions are driven ; Their cohorts are broken and lost. 23
1901 · PDF PAGE 31
…halt thou, O Columbia, share it, The shame and the stain ? Your stripes are the stripes of dishonour ; Your stars are cast down from the sky ; While earth has this burden upon her, Your eagle unwilling 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
1901 · PDF PAGE 24
…ere, O not there ! Wilt Thou slaughter Oblivion’s sons in their sleep ? Hath the deep disobeyed Thee or risen In wrath and revolt to Thy sky, Broken loose from the bands of her prison ? Held counsel against the Most High ? Yea, even as I ! But I, O Most Mighty, invoke Thee, Whose footsteps are in the Unknown. My cries were the cries that awoke Thee, Upstarting in arms from Thy Throne ! I call Thee, I pray Thee, I chide Thee, Whose glory my foes have abhorred. My spirit is fixed, may abide Thee, Awake the Invisible Sword. For Thou art the Lord !…