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… let Lethe roll her sleepy seas Over thy ruined clime. O piteous fallen tyranny of Spain ! What dogs are tearing at thy bowels yet ? Let thine own King, saith God, resume his reign ! Loyal and happy seasons may forget The ancient scars. Thy moon is on the wane ? Thy sun may never set ! And thou, foul oligarchy of the West, Thou, soiled with bribes and stained with treason’s stain, Thou, heart of coin beneath a brazen breast, Rotten republic, prostitute of gain ! Thou, murderer of the bravest and the best That fringed thy southern main ! The doo…
1901 · PDF PAGE 26
…orth as a flame. Rise ! Move ! and descend ! I behold Thee, Heaven cloven of fieriest bars, Armed Light ; and they follow and fold Thee, Thine armies of terrible stars. The Powers of Mars ! At the brightness that leapeth before Thee The heavens bow down at Thine ire ; Thick clouds pass to death and adore Thee, Wild hailstones and flashings of fire. The mountains of Ages are shattered ; Perpetual hills are bowed down ; The Winds of the Heaven are scattered, Borne back from Thy furious frown, O Lord of Renown ! In terror and tumult and battle Thy…
1901 · PDF PAGE 17
Then only shall thy liberty arise, Then only shall thine eagle shake his wings, And sunward soar through the unsullied skies, And careless watch the destiny of kings. Then only shall truth’s angel in thine eyes Perceive eternal things. The oracle is suddenly grown still. Only, mine eyes, unweary of the sight, Pierce through the dawn-mist of the sacred hill And yearn toward the rose of love and light. My lips, that drank the Heliconian rill, Murmur with slow delight. I see the faces of the lyric Nine ! The Rose of God its petals will unfold ! I …
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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…