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Page 1 of 11899 · PDF PAGE 7
…men, and the jingo crowd, The well-paid patriots, scenting from afar Silence, their doom—shall they eclipse the star Now crescent in the sky, whose music loud Rejoices humble hearts and true men all, And sounds the funeral Dirge of slave, tyrant, priest, that snarl, and snarling fall ? These we forget—remembering only this : Ye are blood-brothers, and our tongues are one ; Our hopes and conquests in one splendid kiss Unite and struggle not for empire. Is Our land and yours too little for the sun To gladden, to illume, to bid increase, Bound by …
1899 · PDF PAGE 8
…ight shapes that sing for freedom’s sake. Rocks, and pale fountains, and tall trees that quiver, And all the clouds that deck the sunset sky Move like the music of a mighty river Where ripples break, and rapids gleam and shiver, And calm rebuilds her empire bye-and-bye. For joy of this alliance all the earth Forgets her day of dearth, In her new birth forgets, and maddens into mirth. The stars swing censers of pale gold to God, Whose incense is the love-song of the free ; Angels with mercy and with beauty shod Move in the mazes of an Eden, trod…
1899 · PDF PAGE 11
…h million flames candescent as the dew, Red flowers too queenly for a mortal name ! The sea is pregnant with green stars ; the land, The sky, like lovers stand With kiss half-consciously exchanged, hand fast in hand. O lovers fair and free, the wings of peace Bear this voice onward ; linger as your will By moon-wrought glades, and softly murmuring seas, Lands white with summer, and the quiet leas ! Linger, and let no word of music thrill Your hearts ; young love is all the harp ye need : Your kiss in very deed Is keen to echo song well tuned fr…
1899 · PDF PAGE 12
Burn, changeful purple of the vine’s cool stream ! Burn, like the sunset of a stormy sky When white winds gather, and white horses gleam Upon the ocean, and the meadows steam With haze of thunder, when the crimson eye Dips, and deep darkness falls and lies, and breaks In lightning’s awful flakes, When thunder unto thunder calls and the storm awakes. With maddening hoofs, ye coursers of the sun, Spurn the reverberant air and paw the day, Make east and west indissolubly one, And night fall beaten, for its day is spun, And bid light gird its sword…