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S o n g s o f f r e e bo m.

S R OBE R T E UR N . — 1759 1796.

POETICAL INSC RIPTION

F R AN ALTAR TO INDE EN DEN C O P E .

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’ MAN F R ’ T T A MAN S A O A HA .

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in ca n e e e d i h A k g mak a b lt kn g t , ’ i d e a n d h A marqu s, uk , a t at ; ’ n h is ich But an h on e st man s abo o m t, ’ e f i h h e n fa h I Gud a t , mau na t at ’ ’ a n d h Fo r a th at , a t at , ’ i i a n d h Th e ir d i n t e s a t at , g’ ’ Th e pith 0 se nse a n d prid e 0 worth ’ h Are h igh e r ra nks th an a t at. S GS OF REED ON F OM. 5

h en le t u s r ha c e it T p ay t t om may, ’ As c e it i fo r h om w ll a t at , ’ ’ h e nse a n d h o e r th e e r h T at s wort , a a t , ’ Ma e th e e e h y b ar gr and a t at . ’ ’ Fo r h a n d ha a t at, a t t ’ ’ ’ c in e t h It s om y , for a t at , ’ h e th e a rld r W n man to man , w o e , ’ h rith e r s be fo r h S all b a t at.

FROM “ THE COTTER’S SATU RDAY

N IGHT.

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NNO R BA CKB U N .

’ ROBERT BR C E S ADD RESS TO HIS AR Y U M .

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Wh a will be a traitor k n ave ? ’ Wh a will fi ll a coward s grave ? Wh a sa e base as be a slave ? Traitor ! coward ! turn a n d fle e !

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F M SONGS O FREEDO .

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W E R WILLIAM C O P .

1731 1800.

M FREEDO .

ff r a n i WHOSE fre ed om is by su e an ce , d at w ll

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THE M R ORN ING D EAM.

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d e ed h o n ce n a I r am t at, o a aflo t, F h d i e d a r e nce to th e we stwar I sa l , Whi e th e i h i h ifte th e l b llows g l d boat , - i d An d th e fre sh blowing bre eze n e ve r fa le .

In th e ste e rage a woman I sa w S ch e th e f h sh e re u at l ast was orm t at wo , h e e i e sse d m e i h a W os b auty mpr w t we , ’ N e e h t m e f r tau by woman be ore . sa t h i h r id Sh e , an a s e ld at e s e Sh e i h i e su n o n th e es d l g t , l k a wav , d i i d i i e sh e ie An , sm l ng v n ly, cr d to e e e e n o f s I go mak fr m laves.

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But so on a s approach in g th e land h dd e s - i e o b e ie d T at go s l k w man v we , Th e c l f r h i h n d s ourge h e e t all f om s a , i d i d W th blo o o f his subj e cts mbrue . sa w him o h si e a n d d ie I b t ck n , An d th e e th e ns e r e ire d mom nt mo t xp , e d sh s h c e e th e sk H ar out t at as nd d y, F h o s d i h i s ire d rom t u an s w t rapture n p .

i h o w c d e Awak ng, oul I but mus At wh at such a d re am sh ould be tid e P o e a r c h th e d e But so n my aug t gla n ws, hich e e d e h h fo r id e W s rv my w ak t oug t a gu , h i i e e d e r th e e T at Br tann a, r nown o wav s Fo r th e h atre d sh e e ve r h a d sh own th e c - e e e o f e To bla k sc ptr d rul rs slav s, Reso e h e n o h e r n lv s to av ne of o w . I I Z SONGS OF FRE E D O V.

R R GE O GE C ABBE.

- 1754 1832.

SCENE FR M “ H A O T E VI LLAGE.

’ BU T th e se a r e sc e ne s wh e re Nature s niggard h and ’ Gave a spare portion to th e fa mish d land is th e if h e e i d c i H e rs fault , r man k n ompla n O f fruitle ss toil a n d labour spe nt in vain e t in h e c e e e f i in ie But y ot r s n s mor a r v w, — Wh e n Ple nty smile s ala s l sh e smile s fo r fe w An d h ose wh o s e e t e h d h e r e t ta t not , y b ol stor , Ar e as th e slaves th at d ig th e gold e n o re Th e e h r d h e e h d w alt a oun t m mak s t e m oubly po or . O r i l d ee h e i in h e h w l you m t m amply pa d alt , ’ L r i chi h i h es i h e h ? abou s fa r ld , t at langu s w t w alt Go h e a n d see h e i i i h th e t n t m r s ng w t sun , Th rough a long c ourse of d aily toil to run ; ’ e h e h th d o - i h e S e t e m be n at e g star s rag ng at, Wh e n th e kne e s tre mbl e a n d th e te mple s be at ; ’ e h d h e ea i o n h e i c h e o e r B ol t m , l n ng t r s yt s, look Th a n d i s o c e e labour past , to l t om e xplore S e e h e e rn e a n d h e e n e t m alt at suns s ow rs gag , An d h oard up ach es a n d an guish for th e i r a g e h h e n a n d h h e i e e T roug f s mars y moors t r st ps pursu , Wh e re th e ir warm pore s imbibe th e e v e mn g d e w ; Th e n own th at labour may as fata l be h ese th e a s hin e e ce ss to h ee To t y slav s, t x t . O OF OM 1 S NGS FREED . 3

WILLIA M BLAKE.

- 1759 1827.

LONDON .

WANDE R h h e ch h e ed s e e I t roug a c art r tr t , N e ar wh e re th e ch arte re d Th ame s d o e s flo w ; in e f e e e A mark e v ry ac I m t , M e e arks of w akn ss, marks of w o e .

In e e r cr e e v y y of v ry man , ’ e e i f e In v ry n ant s cry of f ar, e e ice in e e b In v ry vo , v ry a n , Th e mind -forge d manacle s I hear

’ How th e ch imne y -swe e pe r s cry E e bla cke n ln ch ch v ry g ur appals, ’ An d th e h aple ss soldie r s sigh R in d d - uns bloo own palace walls.

s h h id i h s e e s h e r But mo t , t roug m n g t tr t I a ’ How th e youthful h arlot s c urse ’ n - o i f e Blasts th e e w b rn n ant s t ar, i h s h e th e m i e -h And bl g t wit plagu s arr ag e arse . 1 OF D M 4 SONGS FREE O .

L R D HO Y TH U S AY.

Is th is a h oly thing to se e r ich i d In a and fru tful lan , e e d ce d to ise Bab s r u m ry , Fed with cold a n d usurous h a n d ?

Is th at tre mbling cry a son g ? Ca n it be a song o f jo y ? And so many ch ild re n poor ? It is a land o f po ve rty !

An d h e i su n d e hi t r o s n e ve r s ne , An d h e i e a r e c a n d a r t r fi lds bla k b e , And th e ir ways a r e filled with th o rn s is e e i e h e re It t rnal w nt r t .

’ Fo r h e su n d w e re r th e o e s shine , ’ An d h e e e th e r i d e w r r a n o s fall, e h d e e h e h e e Bab s s oul n v r ung r t r , N o r th e in d po ve rty m appal .

“ F E E FROM AUGU RIES O IN N O C NC .

N O U GHT ca n d e form th e human race ’ Like to th e armoure r s iron brace Th e soldie r arme d with sword a n d gun n P a lsie d strike s th e summ e r su .

1 6 SONGS OF FREED OM

R OBER T S O U THE Y. — 1 774 1848.

“ LER SONG FROM WAT TY .

H E d a d ve W N A am d e l ed n E span , v ” Wh o was th e n th e ge ntle man ?

’ re ch ed is th e in W t fant s lot , ’ Born with in th e straw -ro o f d co t ; Be h e e e i e e g n rous , w s , or brav , H e m u st only be a slave . L l o i e e s ong, ong lab ur, l ttl r t, ’ Still to toil to be o ppre ss d ’ D ra in d e o f h is e by tax s stor , ’ Pu n ish d n e xt for be ing poor ’ his is th e e ch T poor wr t s lot , ’ i hin th - Born w t e straw ro o f d co t.

hi e th e e s — le e W l p a ant works , to s p, h th e e — r W at p asant sows, to eap, O n th e c ch o f e e i ou as to l e , Rioting in re ve lry ; Be h e i i b e h e v lla n, fool , ' S i h d d e ic e t ll to ol spot rul , Trampling on h is slave s with scorn I i Th s is to be nobly born .

h n d d e e d a n d Ev e W e A am lv span , ” Wh o was th e n th e ge ntle man ? 1 SONGS OF FREEDOM . 7

T HE L E R D E S AV T A .

IG H in th a ir d l i h H e e xpose th e S ave s ung , a ll th e i h e e h e i i i o d To b rds of av n , t r l v ng fo He h h e d h e ce su n groans not , t oug awak by t at fi r N e w torture rs live to d rink th e ir pare nt blo od He n n o t h h th e in e e r groa s , t oug gorg g vultur t a

Th e i e rin e . i h e 0 e qu v g fibr H t r look , y Wh o tore th is man fr om pe ace a n d libe rty ! L h i h e e wh o e i h i h i ic c e ook t r, y w g w t pol t ar Th e gain agai nst th e gu ilt Be yond th e grave h e e is o h e e e in i d T r an t r world b ar y m n , Ere your d e c re e proclaims to all mankind Th e i h i ha h e th e ga n is worth t e gu lt , t t t e r e Slav , h - h l Be fore th e E e rnal , t unde r tongue d s al ple ad t ” d f r d d Against the d e e p amn ation o you ee . 1 8 SONGS OF FREEDOM.

ID SAM UEL TA VL OR C OLER GE. — 1772 1834 .

R N E N DE F A C : A O .

O N T HE FREN C H IN VASION O F SWITZERLAN D

IN 1 797.

YE d I h o e m e a n d e Clou s t at far ab v float paus , Wh ose path l e ss march no mortal may c ontrol 1 ’ Ye O ce - e h h e e e e e an Wav s t at, w r so r y roll , Yie ld h omage only to e te rnal laws Ye d s h i e th e i h - i d s i in Woo t at l st n to n g t b r s ng g, Mid th e h a n d i e e i e d way smoot pe r lous slop r cl n , S e h e i e i ch e i i av w n your own mp r ous bran s sw ng ng , Have mad e a sol e mn music of th e wind h i e e o f o d W e re , l ke a man b lov d G , h o h ich e e d oug glo ms, w n v r woodman tro , o ft i cie h How , pursu ng fan s oly , ’ M i h o r i e d y m o onl g t way e flowe r ng we ds I woun , i e e th e e Insp r d , b yond gu ss of folly, By e ach ru de sh ape and wild un conqu e rable soun d O ye loud Wave s a n d O ye Fore sts high An d O ye cloud s th at fa r above m e so are d Thou rising S u n th ou blu e r ejoicing Sky ! Ye a e e h i h is i b e e e , v ry t ng t at and w ll fr ’ e i e fo r m e h e e e e e b e B ar w tn ss , w r so r y , With wh at d e e p worsh ip I h ave still adore d i Li Th e spirit of d vine st be rty. O OF OM 1 S NGS FREED . 9

h e n F n ce in h h e r i n - i s e e d W ra wrat g a t l mb upr ar , An d i h h h ich e a ir e h a n d se a w t t at oat , wh smot , art , S e d h e r st a n d id sh e d be e e tamp rong foot sa woul fr , e i e ss m e h o w h e d a n d e e d B ar w tn for , I op f ar 1 With wh at a joy my lofty gratulation a e d i s i h d Un w I sang , am d a lav s ban An d h e h e th e i e ch e i w n to w lm d s n ant d nat on , ’ i e d d d d L k fie n s e mbattle by a Wizar s wan , Th e M ch ch e d in e il onar s mar v day , An d Britain joine d th e d ire array ; h h d e h e r h e s a n d c i i c e n T oug ar s or rcl ng o a , h h ie d h i hf e T oug many fr n s ps, many yout ul lov s ’ Ha d swol n th e patriot e motion ’ An d flung a magi c ligh t o e r all h e r h ills a n d grove s Ye t s i ice e e d e fe t ll my vo , unalt r d , sang at h ed th e - e i ce To all t at brav tyrant qu ll ng lan , And sh ame too long d e l a ye d and vain re tre at ’ Fo r Li i h i a im ne e r, 0 be rty w t part al I d imm e d thy ligh t o r d ampe d thy h oly flame ; e s e th e ae o f d e i e e d F ce But bl s d p ans l v r ran , ’ h h e a n d e ri a n s n e And ung my ad w pt at B t i am .

’ “ ' An d h s id h h h e s d sc e w at, I a , t oug Blasp my lou r am With th at swe e t music of d e live rance strove ! Though all th e fie rce a n d d runk e n passion s wove ’ ’ A d an ce more wild th an e e r wa s maniac s d re am Ye h d th e d i e s e e d storms, t at roun awn ng a t ass mbl , Th e u n w a s i in h h e h id his i h S r s g, t oug y l g t h e h e h h e d a n d e e d And w n , to soot my soul , t at op tr mbl , Th e i ce ce e d a n d e e e d c a n d ri h d ssonan as , all s m alm b g t ’ Wh e n France h e r front d e e p -sca rr d and gory Conce ale d with cluste ring wre ath s o f glory h e in d ci W n , supportably a van ng , 2 0 SONGS OF FREEDOM

’ He r a r m mad e m o cke ry of th e warrior s tramp hi e i id o ci W l t m lo ks of fury glan ng, D e ic e s c h e d e e h h e r om st tr a on , rus b n at fatal stamp, Writh e d lik e a wound e d d ragon in his gore Th e n I re proach e d my fe ars th at would not fl e e ; ” o i i e ch h r And so n , I sa d , shall W sdom t a e lore In th e low h uts o f th e m th at toil a n d groan 1 An d c e i h e r h i e e , onqu r ng by app n ss alon , Sh F n ce c e th e i be f e e all ra omp l nat ons to r , i Lo e a n d o d a n d c th e E r h h i T ll v l ok roun , all a t t e r ’ Joy o wn f

F i e m e F e ed O i e h se d re ! org v , r om forg v t o ams h e th ice h e r th d e I ar y vo , I a y lou lam nt , ’ From ble ak He lv e tia s icy cave rn se nt I h e ar th y groa ns upon h e r blood -stain e d stre ams e e h fo r e ce f c e i h e d H ro s , t at your p a ul ountry p r s , n d h i i - A ye t at , fle e ng, spot your mounta n sno ws i h e e d i d f i e m e h ch e i h e d W t bl ng woun s ; org v , t at I r s O n e th ough t th at e ve r ble sse d your c rue l foe s c e e i i To s att r rag , and tra torous gu lt, Wh e re Pe ace h e r j e alous h ome had built ; A patriot - race to disinh e rit Of all that mad e th e ir stormy wild s so de ar ; An d with ine xpiable spirit To taint th e blood le ss fre e dom o f th e mounta ine e r 0 F ce h a o c e e e d e i ran , t t m k st H av n , a ult rous, bl nd , An d i in e i i i patr ot only p rn c ous to ls, h h h i o f h n i d ? Ar e t ese t y boasts , C amp on uma k n mix i h i s in th e To w t K ng low lust of sway, e in th e h a n d h e th e d e e Y ll unt , s ar mur rous pr y ; To insult th e sh rine of Libe rty with s ils From fr ee m e n torn ; to te mpt a n d to hztra y ? SONGS OF FREEDOM 2 1

Th e su a n d h D e in i Sen al t e ark r be l va n , Slave s by th e ir o wn compulsion In mad gam e Th e y burst th e ir m anacl e s a n d we ar th e name f F e d e h e ie ch in O re om , grav n on a av r a 0 Libe rty with pro fi tle ss e nd e avour e d h e e h Have I pursu t e , many a w ary our ; ’ ’ h swe ll st th e ic i e e But t ou nor v tor s stra n , nor v r h th in h e Didst bre at e y soul forms of uman pow r. ’ i e f h e e h e i e h e e Al k rom all , ow r t y pra s t , o r r n o r e e h e e (N praye , boastful nam d lays t ) ik i ’ i i Al e from Pr e stc raft s h arpy m n ons, ’ An d f c i s h e s o ce n e e a t ou Blasp my bs r slav s, h s e e d est o n h e i i T ou p t y subtl p n ons, Th e id e o f h e e ss i d a n d l e o f th e e ! gu om l w n s, p aymat wav s ’ An d h e e e h e e — o n h sea -clifi s e e t r I f lt t t at v rg , h e i e ca ce e e d th e e e e o e W os p n s , s r trav ll by br z ab v , Ha d mad e o n e murmur with th e distant surge s h i e a n d e d e e e Ye , w l I stood gaz , my t mpl s bar , An d sh o e i hr h e h se a a n d a ir t my b ng t oug art , , , e i h i s i h i e e e Poss ss ng all t ng w t nt ns st lov , i 0 L be rty my spirit fe lt th e e th e re . OF D OM 2 2 SONGS FREE .

WYLLIAM WORD S WOR TH

— 1770 1860.

THOU GHT OF A BRITON ON THE S U E G ON O F ERL D J U ATI SWITZ AN .

ic a r h er o n is h e Two Vo es e t e ; e of t sea , O n e of th e moun ta in s ; e ach a migh ty Voice h f a e a e th d id e ice In bot rom g to g ou st r jo , h e e th ch e sic Li e r T y we r y os n mu , b ty a n d i h h Th e re cam e a Tyrant , w t oly gle e ’ Th ou fo u g h t st against h im but h ast va inly strive n h th i e h d e h a rt d i e T ou from y Alp n ol s at l ngt r v n , e h d h Wh e re not a torr nt murmurs e ar by t e e . O f o n e de e p bliss thine e a r h ath be e n be re ft : h e c e e O c e e to h hich s i is e T n l av , l av t at w t ll l ft r h i h -s e d M id h d it b Fo , g oul a , w at sorrow woul e M i -flo o d s h d h n d e e Th at ounta n s oul t u r as b fore , O e e f h is o c h e And c an b llow rom r ky s or , An d ne ith e r awful Voice be h ea rd by th e e

2 4 SONGS OF FREEDOM

Ye t h is d e e h is h e d mark mo st stat upon a , ’ h i e c e h e e is T at s mpl r st , a ron s plum , worn . Li h e e th e h o c 0 be rty , t y stagg r at s k F e — a n d i h o n e i d d fle e rom van to r ar w t m n woul , But h alf th e ir h ost is burie d — rock on rock D e ce d — e e h h is o d i e i se e s n s b n at t g l k Warr or, i e n d s e b d ie d to e c H lls , torr ts, woo , m o b mo k

T n a n d co d h is . h e Tyra t , nfoun crue lty

TO OM S L R SON TH A C A K ,

O N THE FIN AL PASS IN G O F T HE BILL FOR T HE ABOLI

T IO N O F T HE SLA E T RAD E MARC H 1 80 . V , 7

CLARKSON it was an obstinate h ill to climb i e — h o w i e— it wa s h e e How to lsom nay, d r , by t n n e e h o Is known ; by o , p r aps, s fe e lingly h wh o i in th e e i e But t ou , , start ng y f rv nt pr m , Did r s e d h h e n e ise s i e st fi t l a fort t at t rpr ubl m , h e d th e c ice its ch e e e Hast ar onstant Vo arg r p at, ’ h ich th h e cu e W , out of y young art s ora lar s at , - Fir ro sed h e e . 0 e e e i e st u t tru yok f llow of T m , ’ in e i ie e se e th e Duty s tr p d l g man , , palm a n d N i h be Is won , by all at ons s all worn Th e blo od -staine d Writing is for e ve r to rn ; ’ h o h e c e f rth i h e d c lm And t u n o w lt av a goo man s a , ’ A gre at ma n s h appin e ss thy ze al sh all fi n d Re ose a t e n h firm ien d h n in d I p l gt , fr of uma k SONGS OF FREEDOM 2 5

THOMA S CAMPBELL .

- 1777 1844 .

SO NG.

MEN O F EN GLAN D .

MEN Of England wh o inh e rit Righ ts th at c ost your sire s th e ir blood Me n wh ose und e ge ne rate S pirit Has be e n prove d on fie ld a n d flood

’ th e e e f h c n e d By fo s you v oug t un ou t , ’ th e i e e e e d e By glor ous d ds y v on , h ie e d — e h e e d Trop s captur br ac s mount , ’ N avie s c o n qu e r d — kingd oms won

t e e E d h Ye , re m mb r , nglan gat e rs e ce f i e e h o f e H n but ru tl ss wr at s fam , If th e fre e do m o f your fath e rs in h s h Glow not your e art t e sam e .

h a r e e e W at monum nts of brav ry, Wh e re n o public virtue s bloom ? h i in e W at ava l lands of slav ry, h ie d e e ch Trop t mpl s , ar , and tomb ? 26 OF SONGS FREEDOM .

— Pag ea nts Le t th e world re ve re u s ’ Fo r eo e i h our p pl s r g ts and laws, An d th e bre asts O f c ivic h e ro e s ’ e d in F e e d m Bar r o s h o ly c ause .

’ ’ a r e Ha m d e n s R sse o Yours p , u ll s gl ry, ’ Si e ch e ss h e is s dn y s mat l s ad your , M r in h e ic arty s ro story, Worth a h und red Aginco urts

’ We re th e so n s Of Sire s that ba fli e d ’ C ro wn d and mitre d tyrann y ; Th e y d e fied th e fie ld a n d sca ffold Fo r th e ir birth righ ts— so will we 1

E T TH RM OD O E GE ANS.

THE Spirit of Britan nia e c o th e mai n Invok s, a r ss , He r siste r Alle m a n n ia ’ TO burst th e Tyrant s ch ain i d e d sh e c ie s By our k n r blood , r , Alle m a n n ia n s ise Rise , , r , ’ An d h allow d th rice th e band u d h e sh al Of o r kin red arts l be , Wh e n you r la nd sha ll be th e lan d — Of th e fre e o f th e fre e ! F M 2 SONGS O FREEDO . 7

’ NVith Fre e d om s lion -banner Britannia ru e s th e wa ve s ; l “ Wh ilst your BRO AD STO N E O F HO N OU R h Is still t e camp of slave s . ’ Fo r Sh e fo r e am , glory s sak , e Alle m a n n ia n s ke Wak , , wa , And th y tyrants now th at wh e lm f th e h il fle e Hal world s all qua and , Whe n your re alm sh all b e th e re alm Of th e fre e — O f th e fre e

MARS owe s to you h is h h e s th e e - fi e ld T at s ak battl , Ye t to bre ak your bond s asund e r ’ N O i b h a s e a l d mart al olt p . ’ Sh all th e la u re ll d land of art We ar Sh ackle s on h e r h e art ? NO th e clock ye frame d to t e ll its t h i By sound , e march O f t me ; ’ Le t it clan g oppre ssion s kne ll ’ ’ O e r your c lime— O e r your clim e

’ Th e e i e e pr ss s mag c l tt rs , h e i h h T at bl ss ng ye broug t fort , Beh old it lie s in fe tte rs On th e soil that gave it birth Bu t th e b h d trumpe t must e e ar , ’ And th e ch arge r must b e spu r r d ; ’ Fo r your fath e r Armin s Sprite f h e e h e Calls down rom av n , t at y Sh i fo r th e fi h all g rd you g t, An d be fre e — a n d be

E e b e its e i hr n r t n . - t Ge ma n i n ve te d u w e c k a ki a n d i i . r y n g npo d r, loc m ng , pr nt ng 2 8 SONGS OF FREEDOM

THE ER F POW O RUSSIA.

’ SO a ll th is gallant bloo d h a s g ush d in vain ’ An d b h h d Poland , y t e Nort e rn Co n or s be ak An d s n i d talon tor , l e s prostrate again 0 i ish i h e e Br t patr ots, t at w re wont to sp ak ’ O ce d h i h e e h u sh d e e n lou ly on t s t m , now or m k O h e t es m e n E e — G h ar l s of urop ot and Gaul , ’ d e -d f d Cold , ad r e a to Polan s dying sh rie k ’ That saw th e world s last land o f h e roe s fall — Th e bran d of burning sha me is on you a ll— all a ll

’ But th is is n o t th e drama s c losing a ct l ic i i e e Its trag curta n must upr s an w . N i e cc e s ie th e f c at ons , mut a sor s to a t h - e e o f h e e i d T at Upas tr powe r, w os fost r ng e w ’ Wa s i h o d h a s e t c s o e r Pol s blo , y to a t you Th e l e ng th e ning sh ad ow of its h ead e late d d i ’ h A ea dly sha ow, darke n ng Nature s u e . ’ ’ h h d i h e e t e a t To all t at s allow , r g t ous, pur and , ’ Wo e w o e ! wh e n th e y a re r ea ch d by Russia 5 with e ring ha e t .

R ssia h h is h n e u , t at on t ro of adamant, ’ Co nsults wh at n ation s bre ast Shall n e xt be gore d ’ He o n Polonia s Golgoth a will plant d h a n d h d e cce e in h d e His stand ar fre s or su d g or , O n i b e h e i h e th e patr ot tom ston s w ll w t sword , h o f th e e Fo r more stupe nd ous slaug te rs fr e . ’ ’ h h e h e i e d is r d T e n Europe s re alms, w n t r b st bloo po u , Sh i h e e n d ! h e e d th e e e all m ss t , Pola as t y b n kn , — All a ll in ie f n o n e in i e i h ee . gr , but glory , l k n ng t SONGS OF FREEDOM 2 9

’ Wh y smote ye not th e Giant wh ilst h e re e l d ? f i c i e e e ! 0 a r oc as on , gon for v r by ’ h e lo ck d his la ce in h e i h e n e d To av n s t r nort r fi l , Innocuous as th e ph antom ch ivalry Th at flam e s a n d h urtl e s from yo u bore al sky ! ’ N o w e th e R i o e r th e d wav y p nnon , uss a, lan O nce Poland build th y bristling c astle s h igh ’ Dig d unge ons d e e p ; for Poland s wre ste d brand id e th c n d now a we apon n e w to w n y omma .

’ ’ Proud bird of Old Moh amme d s moon r e c o il d e e th : h a d w e i e d B for y swoop e be n t m ly bol , ’ ’ h s i e e h a d stu n n d th e R ss a n d fo il d T at swoop, t ll fr , u , ' ’ E h n e w e it fo il d h e r o ld art s oppr ssors, as . N o w thy maj e stic e ye s a re sh ut a n d c old ’ An d colde r still Polonia s ch ildre n fin d Th h e ic h h w e h d e sympat t ands , t at out ol . e e w e a re e th e d i mi d But , Pol s, wh n gon , worl w ll n

Ye e th e o f f e le fo r h i d . bor brunt at , and b d umank n

’ ’ O a llo w d l h f lfi ll d S h y ave ye u your part , ’ My prid e re pud iate s e v n th e sigh th at bl e nd s ’ i h d e — e i e h W t Polan s nam nam wr tt n on my e art . M h e e s ie - c e c e d f ie d y ro , my gr f ons rat r n s In i i Your sorrow, nob l ty, transce nds ’ Your conque ror s joy : h is ch e e k may blush ; but sh ame ’ i e h h e i e e d e ce d Can t ng not yours , t oug x l s t ar s n s N o r d e h e c cie ce c e a n d e woul y c ang your ons n , aus , nam ,

Fo r h is i h h is e h a n d h is fe f e . , w t all w alt , all lon am

h e e Nie m cie witz h e s i i e T , , w os song of t rr ng pow r Th e Czar forbids to sound in Polish land s ’ h e e i in h b a n ish d e T , Czartorysk , t y bow r, Th e ic d e wh o in th ce d patr i , y pala stan s, 0 F 3 SONGS O FREEDOM .

Ma y e nvy ; proudly may Poloma s bands ’ h d h e i E e e e in c T row own t r swords at urop s f t s orn , Saying Russia from th e m e tal o f th e se brand s Sh all forge th e fe tte rs o f your sons unborn ’ u r i O se tt ng star is your mis fortune s risin g morn .

STANZAS

O N T HE BATT LE O F N A ARIN O 1 82 . V , 7

’ EARTS o f h h e v th H oak t at av brave ly d e li e r d e brave , An d i e o ld G e e ce th e i o f th e e upl ft d r from br nk g rav , ’ th e h e e h e a n d th e Twas lpl ss to lp, e h ope le ss to sav , ’ Th at your th und e rbolts swe pt o e r th e brine h d th e And as long as yon sun s all look own on e wav , Th e i h o f h Sh i l g t your glory s all ne .

Fo r th e gue rd on ye sough t with your blood sh e d W e o r i i i e i ? a s it slav s, dom n on , or rap n , or spo l N O your lofty e mprise was to fe tte r a n d foil ’ Th e uproote r o f Gre e ce s d omain \Vh e n h e tore th e last re mnant of food from h e r ’ Till h e r fa mish d sank pal e a s th e slain

’ i h e e s d e h is e d e e d Ye t , Navar n s ro o s C r t n om br d ! Th e base h e arts th at will que stion th e fam e of your d e e — ff b b h e i e e d Are th ey m e n let ine a l e scorn e t r m , An d oblivion sh ad ow th e ir grave s Are th e y wome n - to Turkish se rails le t th e m spe e d a And be moth e rs o f Mussulman sl ve s .

: O OF 3 S NGS FREEDOM.

’ M H OG G TM E ffr ck 5/5 51.e ! A ES , z 4 — 1772 1835.

THE R F HA P O O SSIAN .

’ LD h r h e i h n d h o w h h O a p of t H g la s, long ast t ou slu mbe r d ’ ca e o f th e c e i u n a r n ish d In v orr , g , unstrung ’ Th i s e e i h th h a r n u m d y m n tr ls no mor w t y e roe s e ber , r d e d th h e e e d b O e s of y ro s no mor are e sung. ' ee e h e d th c e ce d i A s r lat ar , from y av rn as n ng, - di h i e A low soun ng c m , as of sorro w and dol e ; Some spirit unse e n on th e re lic atte nding ’ Th us sung th e last strain o f th e warrior s soul

M c e e fo r th e a re e i e d y ountry, far w ll days xp r O n wh ich I c ould hallow th e de e ds o f th e fre e ; Th h a ll n e h i e d y h e roe s ave to w onours asp r ,

h e h h e h S c i m e . T y fig t , but t y fig t not for ot a nor All s is a n d th e n e i lo t our sway , am of our nat on Is sunk in th e name of our o ld mortal fo e Th e n w h y sh ould th e lay of our last d e gradation Be force d from th e h arp of o ld Ossian to flow ?

M c e e h e y ountry, far w ll for t murmurs of sorrow Alone th e d ark mountains o f Scotia be com e He r c e ce d n e w d e sons ond s n from mo ls to borrow, i o f e e i in th e h u m And vo ce s strang rs pr va l . Be fore th e smooth face of our Saxon invad e rs ’ Is q u e n ch d th e last ray in th e e ye s O f th e fre e h e o h l m e e in th e c e f h T n , e t r st av s of my at e rs, Forge tful o f th e m as forge tful of th e e SONGS OF FREED OM 33

T M M R HO AS OO E. — 1779 1852.

WHERE IS THE S LAVE ?

HERE is th e e so W slav , lowly, ’ m n d h i h C o n d e to c a ns un oly, h o h e W , could burst d His bon s at first , Would pine be ne ath th e m slowly ? h h e e W at soul , w os wrongs d grade it, ’ d i i i e d e ca d it Woul wa t t ll t m y , Wh e n thus its win g At once may spring To th e th ron e o f Him wh o mad e it ? F e e E i l— e e ar w ll , r n far w ll , all Wh o live to we e p our fall 1

Le ss d e ar th e laure l growing ’ li e u n to u ch d a n d i A v , , blo w ng, Than th at wh ose braid ’ Is plu ck d to shad e Th e brows with vic tory glowing We e d th e d h e tr a lan t at bor us, ' He r e e fl i r g r n a g gl tte rs o e us, /M' SONGS OF FREEDO .

’ Th e frie nd s we ve trie d Ar e i e by our s d , An d th e fo e we h ate be fore us F e e E i l— e e ar w ll , r n far w ll, all Wh o live to we e p o u r fall !

O H T HE S G EN R N , I HT T A CING.

H th e i h e ci O , s g t ntran ng, ’ Wh e n morning s be am is glancing ’ ’ O e r file s a rra y d i h h e d e W t lm and bla , An d e in th e i plum s, gay w nd dancing h e h e a r e hi h e i W n arts all g b at ng , ' An d th e trumpe t s voice re pe ating h h e h T at song , w os bre at Ma d y le ad to ea th , n e i But e ve r to re tr at ng.

’ Ye t tis h e e h e , not lm or f at r Fo u h e h e r ask yo des pot, w t r His plumed ba nds Could bring such h ands n h e h e A d e arts as ours tog t r. ’ Le ave pomps to th ose wh o n e e d e m b a n d e Give man u t h e art fr e dom, And proud h e brave s Th e gaudie st Slave s ’ h e m That crawl wh e re monarc s l ad e . SONGS OF FREEDOM . 35

Th e s o d ie e th e e a e w r may p rc b v r , S e s in i e e e ton wall t m may s v r, ’ i Tis m nd alone , h e e a n d n e Wort st l sto , Th at k e e ps man fre e for e ve r . h h i h en ci O , t at s g t tran ng , ’ Wh e n th e morn ing s be am is glan cing ’ ’ O e r file s a r ra y d i h h e a n d d e W t lm bla , ’ An d in Fre ed o m s cause ad van cing .

F R N T THE F O GET O IELD .

’ RGET n o t h e e d h e e h e e rish d FO t fi l w r t y p , Th e r e th e s th e e t u st , la t of brav , ’ All gone — and th e brigh t h ope we ch e rish d ’ G e i h h e u e n e h d in h e i e on w t t m , and q t r grav

Oh c d w e d e h e c , oul from at but r ove r ho se h ea a s h e d f T rts t y boun e d be o re , ’ In th e face of h igh h e a v n to figh t ove r Th at comba t fo r fre e d om on ce more

Could th e ch ain for a n in stant be rive n h ich d h e W Tyranny flung roun us t n , ’ N O tis in Ma n in e e , not , nor H av n , To le t Tyranny bind it again OF M SONGS FREEDO .

’ ’ tis — h h bla z o n d in But past and , t oug story Th e e O f i b e nam our V ctor may , Accurst is th e march O f tha t g lory ’ i h e o e r th e h e O f th e f Wh c tr ads arts re e .

Fa r e e th e e th e i d ar r grav or pr son , e o n e i e Illum d by patr ot nam , Than th e troph ie s o f all wh o h ave rise n ’ O n Libe rty s ruins to fam e . SONGS OF FREED OM. 37

E E D WARD L YSA G T.

- 1763 1810.

- His e s we e e ed !An Irish b a rriste r and song write r. po m r coll ct a n d b i e in 1811 a f e hi s d e . ] pu l sh d , t r ath

R F R N IN P AISE O G ATTA .

THE e n e s E i in i e d g rous son of r n , manly v rtu bol , With h e arts a n d h ands pre paring our country to uph old ’ Th o c ru e l knave s and big ot slave s d isturbe d o u r isl e o e e s m y ars , o w h i th e wh o le d th e v a n o f rish e N a l man I Volunt e rs.

s h i e a r e e d i i ce h is o i s a id Ju t t rty y ars n ng s n first gl r ou , Ou r c e i h d e e i Sh c es sa r d r g ts f nd ng, struck a kl from our trad e ’ e e s i i h i h a n d i th e v e t ra n n o w To s rv t ll , w t m g t sk ll , e app ars , h wh o le d th e i h n e e T at gallant man van of Ir s Volu t rs .

He sows n o vile d isse nsions good -will to all h e be ars He 1 re te n sro n s fe ca knows no va n p , no paltry ars or re s ; ’ ’ To Er1 n s a n d to Br1ta 1n s sons h is worth hi s nam e e nd e ars h e e th e wh o led th e v a n I i h n T y lov man of r s Volu tee rs . s O OF 3 S NGS FREEDOM .

’ ’ o s d h i e i s so d id h O O pp by r l ng r , e broke ppression s ch a in ; O n statute -bo oks re co rd ed h is patriot a c ts re main ; The e i o i e h is i d e s Of Co Ki a n d qu p s m n mploy mmons, ng, Pee rs h ma n wh o le d th va Th e i e n rish e e rs . upr g t . of I Volunt

i ish co sti i n to E in e e r ru e A Br t n tut o ( r v t ), ’ i e e io h e i ed in Ei h - In sp t of stat pollut n , ga n g ty two ; ’ He ch e it in its cra d e a n d bed e w d its h e a rse i h wat d l , w t te ars a llaln t ma n wh o le d th e va n i h o e e Th is g of Ir s V lunt rs.

' h i e h e n i s e e r d O re ss a ll d W l ot r at on tr mbl , by p ou pp ors g , ’ ’ e e E i s e f e c d O n h ustings we ll ass mbl , by r n w l ar all e ; ’ h e e e e e h im a n d e e him i h O u r Grattan , t r w ll m t , gr t w t

th re e ch ee rs , ma n h o led th e ish n ee rs Th e gallant w van of Ir Volu t .

SONGS OF FREEDOM

Sh rine of th e migh ty ! ca n it be Th at th is is all re mains o f th e e ? h h c e c h i Approac , t ou rav n rouc ng Slave a is h i h e ae S y, not t s T rmopyl ? h e e e e h T s wat rs blu t at round you lave , O se rvil e Offspring of th e fre e c e h se a h Sh i Pronoun w at , w at ore s th is ? Th e f h e O f i gul , t rock Salam s 1 e e e e h e i Th s sc n s , t r story not unknown , i e a i o Ar s , and mak e ga n your wn Snatch from th e as h e s o f your sire s Th e e mbe rs Of th e ir forme r fire s And h e wh o in th e strife e xpire s i a d d h e i e o f fe W ll to t rs a nam ar , h h e h e T at Tyranny s all quak to ar , e e h is o h e f e And l av s ns a op , a am . Th e y too will rath e r d ie th an sh ame ’ Fo r F e e e ce e r dom s battl on b gun , e e h e e e d i Si e n B qu at d by bl ng r to So , h h ffl ed o ft is e e T oug ba , v r won . e i ess G e e e th i i B ar w tn , r c , y l v ng page Atte st it many a dea th le ss a g e i i in d d Wh le k ngs , dusty arkne ss h i , f e e i Have le t a nam l ss pyram d , — Th y h e ro e s th ough th e ge n e ral d oom h e th e c f h e i Hat sw pt olumn rom t r tomb, i h ie e a d A m g t r monum nt comm n , Th e mountains O f th e ir native land ’ Th e re points th y Mu se to strange r s e ye Th e grave s O f th ose th at cannot d ie ! SONGS OF FREEDOM .

F REE E THE I SLES O G C .

THE isl e s o f Gre e ce th e isle s of Gre e ce h e e i S h e d a n d W r burn ng app o lov sung, e th e o f a n d e ce Wh e re gr w arts war p a , Wh e re D e los rose a n d Ph oebus S prun g ! E i d h t te rnal summ e r g l s t e m ye ,

e ce h e i is se t. But all, x pt t r sun ,

Th e ci a n d th e e i e S an T an mus , ’ ’ Th e h e h th e e s e ro s arp, lov r lut , Have found th e fam e your sh ore s re fuse ; Th e ir place of birth alone is mute T O sounds wh ich e ch o furth e r we st ’ h si e s s n d s th e s T an your r I la of Ble t.

Th e n i s M h o n mou ta n look on arat , An d Marath on looks on th e se a And si h e e h e mu ng t r an our alon , ’ I d re a m d th at Gre e ce migh t still be ’ Fo r a d i th e e i e , st n ng on P rs an s grav , c d e e e f e I oul not d m mys l a slav .

A king sat o n th e rocky brow ’ Wh ich looks o e r se a -bo m Salamis ; h i h d e And s ps, by t ousan s, lay b low, An d m e n in nations ; — all we re his ! He c e h e e ount d t m at br ak of day, An d wh e n th e sun se t wh e re we re th ey ? 42 SONGS OF FREEDOM

An d h e e a re h e ? a n d h e e h w r t y w r art t ou , My c ou ntry O n thy voice le ss Sh ore Th e h e roic lay is tune le ss now Th e h e roic bosom be ats no more An d th d i i e must y lyre , so long v n , De ge ne rate into h a nd s like mine

’ Tis so e h i in th e d e h e m t ng , art of fam , ' ’ h h i fe tte r d e T oug l nk d among a rac , ’ TO fe e e i h e l at l ast a patr ot s s am , E e i ff e f e v n as I s ng, su us my ac ; Fo r wh at is l e ft th e poe t h e re ? Fo r u h — fo r e e ce e Gre e ks a bl s Gr a t ar.

Fill high th e bowl with Samia n wine Ou r virgins dance be ne ath th e sh ad e I see th e ir glorious black e ye s shine ; i e h i id But , gaz ng on ac glow ng ma , M th e i e - y own burn ng t ar drop laves , h i ch b e s s c e s To t nk su r ast mu t su kl slave .

’ ce m e S u n iu m s e d Pla on marbl ste e p , h e e h i e th e e a n d W r not ng , sav wav s I Ma y h e ar our mutual murmurs swe e p h e e - ike le m e i d T r , swan l , t s ng and ie ! ’ A land of slave s sh all ne e r be mine Dash d own yo u cu p of Samia n wine ! SONGS OF FREEDOM 43

STANZAS.

’ CAN r n s s co n u e r d b e ty a t but by tyrant q , An d Fre e do m fi n d n o ch a mpion a n d n o child Such as Columbia saw arise wh e n sh e ’ S h d a n d u n d e fi le d ? prung fort a Pallas, arm ’ r h i d u rish d In th e i d O must suc m n s be n o w l , D h ’ id t e e p In t e un run e d fore st , m st h e roar O f ca ta ra cts wpe re n rsin e s i ed , u g natur m l O n infant Wash ingto n ? Has Earth no more S ch e e d i hin h er e o r E o e n o s ch sh e ? u s s w t br ast, ur p u or

Fr ce d i h d i c i e But an got runk w t bloo to vom t r m , An d fatal have h e r Saturnalia be e n ’ F d c se in e e a e a n d c i e To re e om s au , v ry g l m ; h d e d d hich h e e Because t e a ly ays w we av s e n , i i i h i e e An d v le Amb t o n, t at bu lt up be tw n Ma n a n d h is h e d i e op s an a amant n wall , d h se e th e c An t e ba pag ant last upon s e ne , Are gro wn th e pre te xt fo r th e e te rnal th rall ’ ’ h ich i Life e e a n d oo s rs — h is W n ps s tr , d m man s wo t d f se con all .

Ye t F e e d ! e t th e r n i , r om y y bann , tor , but fly ng , S tre ams lik e th e th un de rstorm ag a i n st th e wind ; Th tru e - ice h h e in y mp t vo , t oug brok n now and dy g, Th e lo ud e st still th e te mpe st le ave s be h ind ; Th e e h h its o a n d th e i d y tr at lost bloss ms , r n , ’ h d th a x e o h i e h C op by e , l oks roug and l ttl wort , e — a n d i h d e But t sap la sts, st ll t e se e w find S d e e e e in th e o f th e N h own p, v n bosom ort ; So sh a ll i f a be tte r Spring le ss bitte r fruit br ng orth . O OF FRE E D O/II 44 S NGS .

KE A TS.

— 1791 1821 .

WRITT EN IN D ISGU S T O F VU LGAR ER N S UP STITIO .

THE ch h - e ls e n ch d urc b l toll a m la oly roun , i th e e e s e th e e Call ng p opl to om o r pray rs, S e o h e o i ess e d e d c e om t r glo m n , mor r a ful ar s, ’ M e h e e i th e e h i d or ark n ng to s rmon s orr d soun . S ur e ly th e mind of man is close ly bo und In so me black S pe ll se e ing th at e ach o n e te ars id e a n d L i i Himse lf from fire s joys, yd an a rs, ’ e e h i h o f h e i h cr o w n d And c onv rs g t os w t g lory . S i sti l h e a n d Sh d fe e t ll , l t y toll , I oul l a damp, h i b d id A c ll as from a tom , I not know That th e y a r e dying like an outburnt lamp ’ h tis h e ir si i i i e re h e o T at t gh ng , wa l ng t y g O li i - h f e h e i Into b v on t at r s flow rs w ll grow, An d man y glorie s Of immortal stamp . SONGS OF FREEDOM 4 5

LE G WRITTEN ON T HE DAY THAT MR. I H N LEF R SON H U T T P I .

’ HAT h h fo r sh i r h to fla tte r d s e W t oug , ow ng t ut tat , in d h in ri s n e t h a s h e K Hunt was s ut p o , y , his i l i i e e f e e In mmorta spr t, b n as r - As h k a r m a a n d . t e s y se ch g l rk , as e late Minion o f grande ur th ink you h e d id wait ? h h d id s e Think yo u e noug t but prison walls e , ’ i i i h u n tu r n d st th e ke ? T ll , so unw ll ng , t ou y Ah fa r h ie n e h is f , no app r, obl r was ate ! ’ ’ S e se r s h s h e stra d a n d e s ir In p n all y , bow r fa , Culling e ncha nted flowe rs ; a n d h e fl e w With d arin g Milto n th rough th e fie ld s of a m To r e gions o f h is own h is ge nius true o o h i h W o h i i T k appy fl g ts. h sh all s fame impa r h e n th o d e d a n d a ll th e ch e d c e ? W u art a , y wr t r w F F RE E /I 46 S OIVGS O D OA .

j AME S HE N R y LE I GH H UN T. — 1784 1859.

O ER A P W ND GENTLENESS.

' I V E h h e le e h t oug t at g nt and ung ntle our, O f many an a ct and giant sh ape o f po we r ; O f th e Old i s i h i h e i k k ng w th g xact ng loo s , S e e a n d e d o f e e h e i c ptr d glob ; agl s on t r rocks , i h i in e h e e d e a W t stra n g f e t , and t at fi rc mouth and r r, Answe ring th e strain with downward drag auste re ; f th h -h d d i e h f O e ric e a e l on , whos uge rown All h is e e h e i e e m gr at natur , gat r ng , s s to crown ; O f e hi i h f e e o f i h tow rs on lls, w t or h ads out s g t ’ h th e h e i In clouds, or s own us by t und r s l ght , O r i h e e g hastly pr son , t at t rnally Holds its blind visage out to th e lone s e a ; O f e s b e e e e And all sunl s , su t rran an d ps T h e e e e wh o i e hi e h e S e e cr atur mak s, l st ns w l l ps, i e h e h e Old e h c e Avar c and t n of t os art ly on s, h i e h e e h e i b e T at str d , t y say , ov r ro c on s ; h e e h e E i h e d And t os ston aps gypt an , w os small oo rs Loo k like low d e ns unde r pre cipitous S hore s ; h im e Me h i i And , gr at mnon , t at long s tt ng by e e i id e e s i h e e In s m ng l n s, w t stony y , ’ S th e in ch i e e ang at morn g s tou , l k po try ;

8 OF M 4 SONGS FREEDO .

TO PERCY S H ELLEY,

ON T H E D EGRAD IN G N OTION S OF DEITY.

HAT d e e c h i h e s e W won r, P r y, t at w t j alou rag Me n sh d d e e th e i d a n d th e ise oul fam k n ly w , h en in th e id th e - e e ie W m st of all b aut ous sk s , An d all this love ly world th at sh ould e ngage h e ir e ch th e d e a e T mutual s ar for old gol n g , h h d i i T e y se at a P antom , swe lle nto gr m size u t o f h e i i a n d i rie O t r own pass ons b got s, An d h e e c i it e e a n d e t n , for f ar , pro la m m k sag An d th is th e y call a ligh t and a re ve alin g ! i e th c h o d d i h i h W s a s e lown , w plo ng ome at n g t c Of a c ie e lf In autumn , turns at all f n d , th e fo i h h fe e i And see s upon g , w t g astly l ng, i sha d in its i i e i h A g ant ow mm n nt m g t , Wh ich his own lan thorn thr ows up from h imse lf. SONGS OF FREEDOM . 49

Y Y SHE PER C B S SHELLE Y.

— 1 792 1822.

THE HYMN OF THE LIBERATED NATIONS .

ELDEST h i d i i e E i of t ngs, v n qual ty ! i d L e a r e th e e O f h e e W s om and ov but slav s t , Th e e h wh o e e Ang ls of t y sway , pour around th e re a ll th e e h h Tr asu s from c lls of uman t oug ht , An d th e s th e e b h from Star , and from Oc an roug t , th i i h e i h e And e last l v ng h e art w os be at ngs bound t e . Th e powe rful and th e wise h a d sough t Thy c oming ; th ou in ligh t de sce nding ’ th e d h i is i O e r wid e lan w ch th ne own , Like th e spring wh ose b re ath is ble nd ing All l e i o n b asts of fragran c nto e , Come st upon th e path s of m e n E h h r th ke art bare s e ge n e ral bo som to y n , An d a ll h e r ch ildre n h e re in glory m e e t

e e d th i e c th s c e d fe e . To f upon y sm l s, and lasp y a r t

M e h e we a re f e th e i i y br t r n , re pla ns and mounta ns , Th e e se a - Sh e th e f e th e f i gr y or , or sts , and ounta ns , Are h Of h ie e e aunts app st dw ll rs ; man and woman , h ei c e f e e T r ommon bondag burst , may r ly borrow From lawl e ss love a solace fo r th e ir sorrow ! Fo r o ft w e s i e e sin ce we a re h n t ll must w p , uma . E D /ll 50 SONGS OF FRE O .

’ i h se e e A stormy n g t s r n st morrow, ’ h e h e a r i e W os s ow rs e p ty s ge ntle t ars , Wh ose clouds a re smile s o f th ose th at d ie Li e i f s i h h e e k n ant , w t out op s or f ars, And wh ose be ams a r e joys that lie e e h e h i i In bl nd d arts, now olds dom n on ; Th e o f i d h i h i i dawn m n , w c , upwards on a p n on e if - i e fa r i i e ce Born , sw t as sun r s , llum n s spa , An d clasps th is ba rre n world in its own brigh t e mbrace

M e h e we a re e e th e i s a re i y br t r n , fr fru t glow ng e e h th e r a n d th i h - i i B n at sta s , e n g t w nd s a re flow ng ’ O e r th e i e c n th e i a n d e a r d i r p or , b rds b asts e re am ng N e ve r again may blood o f bird or be ast i i h i s e S ta n w t t ve nomous str am a h uman fe ast , To th e pure skie s in accu sation ste aming Ave nging poisons sh all h ave ce ase d T O e e i e e e d f d d s as and f ar and ma n e ss, Th e dwe ll e rs o f th e e arth and a ir Sh h e in d e all t rong around our st ps gla n ss, i f f S e e king th e r ood or re ug e th e re . O u r i f h h i f h c to l rom t oug t all glor ous orms s all ull, e h i e h e e e if To mak t s arth , our om , mor b aut ul , ie e h e r i e e And Sc nc , and s st r Po sy, Sh all cloth e in ligh t th e fie lds and citie s o f th e fre e

ic ic th e e i V tory , V tory to prostrat nat ons e i e N i h e e e i B ar w tn ss, g t , and y mut Const llat ons Wh o g aze on us from your crystalline cars Th ough ts h ave gone forth wh ose powe rs can Slee p no more ’ ic r ! ic ! Ea h e o e h e V to y V tory rt s r m t st s or , 1 SONGS OF FREEDOM . 5

Re i s h ich e e h th e c ic s g on w groan b n at Antar t tars, Th e gre e n lands c radle d in th e roar O f e e e a n d i e e e w st rn wav s, w ld rn ss s e e h ich i th e ce P opl d and vast , w sk rt o ans h i e h e r d e e e W e re morn ng dy s gol n tr ss s , Sh all soon partake our high e motions i h e i Fe K ngs s all turn pal Alm ghty ar , h e Fie n d - Go d h e a e e h e h e T , w n our ch rm d nam ar, Sh e i e h a f h is h f e all fad l k s dow rom t ousand an s , ’ While Truth with Joy e nth rone d o e r h is lost e mpire re igns

T H R E FREED M E T U O .

“ FRO M T HE MAS E OF AN ARC H ( QU Y .

ME N E d e i G of nglan , H rs of lory , e e O f i e H ro s unwr tt n story, N i o f o n e i h m h e r ursl ngs m g ty ot , e h r a n d o n h Hop s of e , e anot e r

Ri e i e i n fte S s , l k l o s a r lumbe r, i h b e b e In unvanqu s a l num r, Sh e h in e h i e d e w ak your c a s to art l k , ’ Wh i h in e e fa ll n c sl p had on you . Ye a re h e a r e many, t y e f w .

Wh at is Fre e d om ? Ye ca n te ll Th h i h S a e is e at w c l v ry too w ll , Fo r its ve ry name h a s g rown h To an e c o of your own . SONGS OF FREEDOM

’ Ti a n d s to work , h ave su ch pay As just k e e ps life from day to day In your l imbs as in a ce ll ’ Fo r th e tyrants u se to dwe ll

o h e fo r h e a re d e S t at y t m ma , L h a n d a n d d oom , and ploug , sword , spa e ; i h i il e W t or w thout your own w l , b nt e i d e f c i To th r e n e and nour sh me nt .

’ Tis to se e your ch ildre n we ak i h h e i e i e e W t t r moth rs p n and p ak , Wh e n th e winte r winds a r e bl e ak h a r i h i e T e y e dy ng w lst I sp ak.

’ Tis h e s ch d ie to ung r for u t , As th e rich man in h is riot Casts to th e fa t dogs th at lie fe i i e e h i Sur t ng b n at h s e ye .

’ Tis to le t th e Gh ost o f Gold Take from Toil a th ousand -fold ’ More th an e e r h is substance could

In th e tyrannie s of Old .

l e — e m e n This is S av ry savag , i h i d e n O r wild be asts w t n a , Would e ndure not as ye do h e e e Bu t su ch ills t e y n v r kn w. SONGS OF FREEDOM 53

h h F e e ? Oh ! c d S e W at art t ou , r dom oul lav s Answe r from th e ir living grave s h i e fl e e T s d mand , tyrants would Li d ’ d im i ke a re am s mage ry .

h i sa T ou art not , as mpostors y, h A S adow soon to pass away, e i i n e A sup rst t on , and a am i h f a e Ech o ng from t e c ave o F m .

Fo r th e laboure r th ou art bre ad An d e e e a com ly tabl spr ad , F h is i c e rom da ly labour om , In a n e at and h appy h ome

h c h e a n d fi re a n d f d T ou art lot s , , oo Fo r th e trampl e d multitud e N o — in countrie s th at a r e fre e S ch i c b e u starvat on annot , As in England now we se e .

SO NG .

E MEN O F EN TO TH GLAN D .

MEN E d h e e e h of nglan , w r for ploug Fo r th e lords w h o lay ye low ? h e e f e e e i h i e W r or w av w t to l and car , ? Th e rich robe s your tyrants we ar SONGS OF FREEDOM

h e e e e e d a n d c h e a n d s e W r for f , lot , av , F th e c d e th e e rom ra l to grav , Th ose ungrate ful drone s who would D in u s e — d i d ra yo r w at nay, r nk your bloo

h e e e e e E d e W r for , B s of nglan , forg M e h i e any a w apon , c a n , and scourg , That th e se stin gle ss d rone s may spoil Th e force d produce o f your toil ?

a e e e is e c ca H v y l ur , omfort , lm , ’ h e fo o d e a ? S e lt r, , love s g ntle b lm O r wh at is it ye buy so d ea r With your pain a n d with yo ur fe ar ?

w h e r e a Th e se e d ye so , anot r ps ; fi n d h e k e Th e we alth ye , anot r e ps ; e e h Th e robe s ye w av , anot e r we ars ;

e e h e e s. Th e arms y forg , anot r b ar

e e d — le t e S o w s , but no tyrant r ap ; ea h — le t i h e Find w lt , no mpostor ap — le t th e i e We ave robe s, not dl we ar ; r — in d e e ce Forge a ms, your f n to be ar .

Sh ri to ce h e s a n d ce nk your llars, ol , lls ;

h l e e c n h e e . In al s y d k, a ot r dw lls Why sh ake th e ch ains ye wrough t ? Ye se e Th e e e e e e e d ce e st l y t mp r glan on y .

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e e is th e h s i s th e h o se e ss h H r pomp t at tr p u l orp an , s i e h H e re i th e pr d t at bre aks th e d e solate h e art . h es a r e th e i ie i T e l l s glor ous as Solomon , i i h e d o h e i - e Wh o to l not , n e t r t y sp n , unl ss b th e h e c h i h It e e w bs t y atc poor rogue s w t al . H e re is th e surfe it wh ich to th e m wh o e arn Th e i d e Of th e e a h c ce e e n gg ar wag s rt , s ar l av s Th e tithe th at will su pport th e m till th e y crawl it s d h bo e e is h e h Back to col ard som . H r alt F e i d i e e h e ollow d by g r m s as , glory by s am , e b i e e h i Wast y lank fam n , w alt by squal d want , ’ ’ An d E sin E d i h e ngland s by nglan s pun s m nt . An d th e e f e e th e c e e , as f ct pursu s aus for gone , LO i i s ce d eh d , g v ng ubstan to my wor s, b ol At once th e Sign and th e th ing sign ifi e d o f c i e e a n d e ca s s A troop r ppl s , b ggars, l an out t , rse d i h es c e d i h d Ho upon stumbl ng s ap , art w t ung , Dragge d for a d a y fr om ce llars a n d low cabins e h id i -h e in th e And rott n ng ol s , to po t moral O f hi ese e a n d i th e e t s pr ntm nt , br ng up r ar Of painted pomp with mise ry !

CHORUS IN H ELLAS .

i o f th e d IN th e gre at morn ng worl , Th e spirit of Go d with migh t unfurle d f F e h Th e flag O re e dom ov r C aos , its b e h fl e d And all and d anarc s , Li e e i h e f Ima u s k vultur s fr g t d rom , ’ Be fore an e arthquake s tre ad . ’ S O from Time s te mpe stuous dawn ’ Fre ed om s Sple ndou r burst a n d sh one Th e rmopylae a n d Ma rathon OF M SONGS FREEDO . 57

h i e n i s e c n - i h e Caug t, l k mou ta n b a o l g t d , i i Fi — Th e i e Th e spr ng ng re . w ng d glory O n hi i i h f- i h e P l pp al al g t d , Like an e agle on a promontory . Its unwe arie d wings could fan Th e qu e nch le ss ash e s of Milan . F a e f rom a g e to g , rom man to man It live d and lit from land to land

F e e i S i e . lor nc , Alb on , w tz rland h e i h e f n i h T n n g t f ll and , as rom g t , - e i h Re assuming fi ry fl g t , h e if F e e d c e From t e W st sw t r om am , i th e e o f h e e a n d d o o Aga nst cours av n m , e d e in e A s con sun array d flam ,

T i e i l e . o burn , to k ndl , to l um From far Atlantis its young be ams h d a n d th e e Chase d t e Sh a ows dr ams . F ce i h h e r i e e ran , w t all sangu n st ams, Hid e ch e it i , but qu n d not aga n Th rough clouds its sh afts o f glory rain F G e i rom utmost rmany to Spa n . As an e ag e fe d with morning

l ' ’ S th e e b e te m e st s wa rn in corns m attl d p g , Wh e n sh e se e ks h e r ae rie h anging ’ th i - c e h i In e mounta n dar s a r, And h e r brood e xpe c t th e clanging O f h e r i h h th e i a ir w ngs t roug w ld , Si i h i e — F e e ck w t fam n r dom , so To wh at of Gre e ce re maine th now Re turns ; h e r hoary ruins glow Like orie nt mountains lost in day B e ne ath th e safe ty o f h e r wings He r e e i r novat d nursl ngs play, An d in th e nak e d lig h tnings O f h h e e h i d e d e e trut t y purg t e r azzl y s. 58 SONGS OF FREEDOM

’ Le t F e e d e e h e re e sh e ie r om l av , w r fl s, D e e i e A s rt, or a Parad s ; Le t th e be autiful and th e brave

Sh e h e r e . ar g lory, or a grav

L L RE NE PO ITICA G AT SS .

NOR h i e e e app n ss, nor maj sty , nor fam , N o r e ce e h S i in s p a , nor str ngt , nor k ll arm or arts, Sh e ph e rd th ose h e rds wh om tyranny make s tam e Ve rse e ch oe s not o n e be ating o f th e ir h e arts History is but th e sh ad ow o f th e ir sh ame ; e i h e r f th e e Art v ls glass, or rom pag ant starts As O i i h e i i i i e e to bl v on t r bl nd m ll ons fl t , S taining th at H e ave n with obsce ne image ry

O f h e i i e e . h a r e e i t r own l k n ss W at numb rs, kn t ce ? Ma n wh o d b By for or custom man woul e , Must rule th e e mpire o f h imse lf in it M be e e e i h i h is h e ust supr m , stabl s ng t ron On n i e i e i th e ch va qu sh d w ll , qu ll ng anar y f h e a n d e e i h i se l n O op s f ars , b ng m lf a o e .

R M F R ME E T HE T IU PH O P O TH U S .

h ich d th e id THIS is t e day, wh own vo abysm ’ ’ At th e Earth - born s spe ll yawns for H e ave n s o tism p , An d Conque st is dragge d captive th rough d e e p Lo e mits h e ie e v , fro awful t ron of pat nt pow r SONGS OF FREED OM 59

th i h e th e id h In e w se art , from last g dy our Of d e e d ce th e i e e e ad n uran , from sl pp ry, st p , An d e e O f c - i e a S i narrow v rg rag l k gony, pr ngs An d d e th e its h e i i fol s ov r world al ng w ngs .

G n e i i d a n d E d ce e ntle ss, V rtu e , W s om , n uran , Th e se a re th e se als o f th at most firm assurance ’ Wh ich bars th e pit ove r D e struction s stre ngth if i h i h E e i And , w t nfirm and , t rn ty, M h c a n d h h d e ot e r of many a ts ours, s oul fre Th e e e h d c h e r i h h is h s rp nt t at woul lasp w t le ngt , Th e se a re th e spe lls by wh ich to re - assume ’ i r th d d An e mp re o e e ise ntangl e doom .

To suffe r woe s which Hope th inks infinite ; To forgive wrongs darke r th an d e ath or nigh t TO e f e h ich e e s i e d y Pow r, w s m omn pot nt e a n d e h e i e c e e To lov , b ar to op t ll Hop r at s From its own wre ck th e thing it c onte mplate s N e i h e h e e e e t r to c ang , nor falt r , nor r p nt h i i e th i is b e T s , l k y glory , T tan , to G e a n d e if f e e ood , gr at joyous, b aut ul and r hi is e Life o E i e a n d ic T s alon , j y, mp r , V tory ! 6O O F S NGS O FREEDOM .

F I I N EL C A HEMA S .

- 1794 1835.

THE LANDING O F THE PI LGRIM FATHERS

IN NEW EN GLAND .

’ THE bre aking wave s d a sh d h igh n s e a n d c - d c O a t rn ro k boun oast , An d th e wood s agains t a stormy sky ’ h e i i n ch e s to ss d T r g a t bran .

An d h e h i h h d t e avy n g t ung ark , ’ Th e h i a n d e o e r lls wat rs , ’ Wh e n a band o f e xile s moor d th e ir bark O n th e wild N e w Eng land sh ore .

N o th e e c e t as conqu ror om s, h e th e e -h e e d c e T y, tru art , am ; i h th e th i i No t w t roll of e st rr ng drums, An d th e trumpe t th at sings of fame

t h i e N o as t e fly ng com , In sile nce a n d in fe ar Th e y sh o ok th e d e pths o f th e d e se rt gloom h With th e ir h ymns of lofty c e e r . 6 1 SONGS OF FREEDOM .

id th e h e Am st storm t y sang, And th e stars h e ard and th e se a ; And th e distant aisl e s of th e d im wood s ran g

T o th e anth e m o f th e fre e .

’ Th e o ce an e agle soar d ’ From h is ne st by th e wh ite wave s foam ; ’ An d th e rocking pine s Of th e fore st ro a r d Th is was th e ir we lc ome h om e

Th e re we re m e n with h oary h air Amid st th at pilgrim band Wh h a d ”m e i h e h e e y y com to w t r t r , ’ Away from th e ir Ch ild h oo d s land ?

’ fe e e e Th e re was woman s arl ss y , ’ Lit by h e r d e e p love s truth ’ a h e e n h i h Th e re w s man ood s brow s r ely g , n d h h e o f h A t e fie ry art yout .

What sough t th e y th us afar ? Brigh t j e we ls o f th e min e ? Th e e h o f e th e o f ? w alt s as , sports war ’ h e h f i e h i e T y soug t a a th s pur s r n .

A c it h d y, all oly groun , Th e i h e e h e d so l w r first t y tro e . ’ Th e y h ave l e ft u n sta in d wh at th e re th e y found F e e d h i Go d r om to wors p . 2 S 6 SONG OF FREEDOM.

AME S M M j ONTO O ER Y. — 1771 1854 .

!A S e ffi e i o f ib e ma it ia vie w . h ld journal st , l ral and hu n ar n s Wa s wi e s b e e d to fi n e a n d i is t c u j ct mpr onment . )

’ T HE PATRIOT S PASS -WO RD

ON T HE AC HIE EMEN T OF ARN OLD D E WIN KELRIED V ,

AT THE BATTLE OF S EMPAC H.

MAK E way for libe rty h e cried ; M d i e a n d d ie a e way for l b rty, d .

An d n o w th e work Of life a n d d e ath Hung on th e passing o f a bre ath ’ Th e fi re c ic ru i h i of onfl t bu d w t n , Th e battl e tre mbled to be gin Ye t wh ile th e Austrians h e ld th e ir ground Point fo r assault was nowh e re found ; ’ Wh e re e r th e impatie nt S witze rs gaze d Th e unbrok e n lin e o f lan ce s blaz e d ’ i e e e i id e e e Th at l n tw r su c to m t , ’ And pe rish at th e ir tyrants fe e t c h e e i h i h e i r e s How ould t y r st w t n t r g av , T O l e ave th e ir h ome th e h aunts of slave s ? d h e fe e h e i ch i e e a Woul t y not l t r ldr n tr d , ' Wi h c i ch i e h e i h e d t lank ng a ns, abov t r a

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WILLIAM C ULLEN — 1794 1878.

T HE N F FREED M A TIQU ITY O O .

O FR EEDOM h e d t ou art not , as po ts re am , i i i h li h a n d d e ic e i A fa r young g rl , w t g t l at l mbs, An d wavy tre ss e s gush ing from th e ca p With wh ich th e Roman maste r c rowne d h is slave h o ff e d e d W e n h e t ok O th e gyve s . A b ar man , e d th e e e h h o n e i d h d Arm to t t , art t ou ma le an G a th e h i d a n d o n e th e d th r sps broad s e l , swor ; y brow, G i in e h h it b e is c e d lor ous b auty t oug , s arr With tok e ns o f O ld wars th y massive limbs Are i i e e e h a s ch e d strong w th strug g l ng. Pow r at th laun His s i h h is i h i i e h e e bolt , and w t l g tn ng s sm tt n t ; h d h h e e T e y coul not que nch th e life thou ast from av n . Me ile h e e rc ss Powe r has dug t y dunge on d p , h is e h e And swart armour rs, by a t ousand fir s, e e d th ch i e t h i e h e d e e h e e d Hav forg y a n y , w l ms t boun , Th e i a r e h i e e th e i l nks s v r d , and pr son walls F l e i h S r in e st f h al outward t rr bly t ou p g ort , in th e e e b i i e As spr gs flam abov a urn ng p l , sh o u i wh o e And te st to th e nat ons, r turn sh i h i e th e e O e sso ie Thy out ngs, w l pal ppr r fl s SONGS OF FREEDOM 65

h h e i h th e se Of e T ou s alt wax strong r w t lap y ars, But h e shall fade into a fe e ble r a g e ;

Fe e e e t e . He h e e h is bl r, y subtl r s all w av snare s, i h e th c e e e cl And spr ng t m on y ar l ss st ps, and ap His i h e e d h d a n d f h e i h c w t r an s, rom t r ambus all His h d f o h e e He h e or e s to all up n t . s all s nd i e e i i a n d f Qua nt mask rs, w ar ng fa r gallant orms, h th e e i e f d To catc y gaz , and utt r ng grac ul wor s ch th e a r h i e h is i e h To arm y w l sly mps , by st alt , i e h e e h e d e e i h e h e Tw n round t t r a s of st l , l ght t r ad on t r ad Th at grow to fe tte rs or bind down th y arms h With ch ains c once ale d in ch aple ts . O not ye t M h o ce th e ayst t u unbra y corsl t , nor lay by Th s d e t 0 F e e d c e th id y wor ; nor y , r om los y l s fo r h i e e e e e e e In slumbe r t n n my n v r sl ps, And th ou must watch and combat till th e d a y O f th e n e w h h e e e art and av n . But wouldst th ou re st h i e th e f s m e n Aw l from tumults and raud of , Th e se Old and frie nd ly solitud e s invite

Th i i . h e h i e e t th e f e e e y v s t T y, w l y or st tr s e e th e i e e h W r young upon unv olat d art , e t th e - i th c e e n e w And y moss sta ns on e ro k w r , d Be h e ld thy glorious childh ood and rejoice .

R THE GREEK PA TI SAN .

O U R fre e flag is d an cing i a ir In th e fre e mounta n , i h e a re i And burn s d arms glanc ng, An d warriors ga th e rin g th e re 66 SONGS OF FREEDOM

An d fe arle ss is th e little train Wh ose gallant bosoms sh ie ld it Th e bl o od th at warms th e ir h e arts sh all stain h e e re h e e d i T at bann r, t y yi l t. E ch e e is e h a dark y fix d on e art , An d brie f e ach sol e mn gre e ting h e e is d i h T r no look nor soun of m rt ,

Wh e re th ose ste rn m e n a re me e ting .

h th e h T e y go to slaug te r, TO i e th e e str k sudd n blow, n d e h i e e A pour on art , l k wat r, Th e be st blood of th e fo e h h e c a n d h e i h To rus on t m from ro k g t, c ea th e le And l r narrow val y, O r fi re h e i ca e d i h t r mp at d a of n g t , An d fly be fore th e y rally. h i a r e d c d C a ns roun our ountry pre sse , An d c h e e e d h e r owards av b tray , An d w e must make h e r ble e d ing bre ast h e e o f th e i d e T grav nva r .

N o t till from h e r fe tte rs i e e ce i We ra se up Gr aga n , And write in bloody l e tte rs Th at tyranny is slain O h i h e th e i e h l e l , not t ll t n sm l s al st a d e ce Ac ross th ose arke n d fa s , No r o n e o f all th ose warriors fe e l ’ His ch ildre n s d e ar e mbrace s . th e i e e h e Re ap w e not r p n d w at , i l d e h a re fl i T l yon r osts y ng, h e i e e e And all t r brav st, at our f t , Lik e autumn sh e ave s a re lying. SONGS OF FREED OM 67

LL M E WI IA T LL.

HAINS s d e th e e e e i i h e e C may ub u f bl sp r t, but t , e th e i h e h e c d e T ll , of ron art t y oul not tam ; Fo r th ou we rt of th e mountains ; th e y proclaim i c e d i e Th e e ve rlast ng r e of l b rty . e e d is i e th e e d That cr wr tt n on untrampl snow, h e e d e h ich e ca n h d T und r by torr nts w no pow r ol , e h Go d h e h e e s f h h is c Sav t at of , w n s nd ort old , And bre ath e d by wind s th at th rough th e fre e h e ave n

blow . h h i e th i e e n d T ou , w l y pr son walls w r dark arou , D id e i e th e e N e h st m d tat l sson atur taug t , And to th y brie f captivity wa s brough t i i th i d A v s on of y Sw tze rlan unbound . Th e i e cu h e i e d s e n h e ed h e e b tt r p t y m ngl , tr gt n t Fo h r e r th e gre at work to se t t y coun t y fre .

’ E EN - S V TY SIX.

E RI AN WAR O F N E N D THE AM C I D EP ENC E .

HAT h e th e od d W roe s from wo lan sprung , h e h h th e f e h e e d d W n , t roug r s awak n lan , Th e h i i cr e e d t r ll ng y of fr om rung , An d to th e work of warfare strun g ’ Th e ye oman s iron h and

i th e cr to h i d H lls flung y lls aroun , An d ce - a e ie o an m rt r pl d to mart , An d e h e i e e e t n d str ams , w os spr ngs w r y u foun , Pe ale d fa r away th e startling sound h ’ h Into t e fore st s e art . 68 OF M SONGS FREEDO .

h h e d th e T e n marc brave from rocky ste e p, From mountain rive r swift and c old Th e b d e o f th e d e e or rs stormy p, Th e e h e e h e e e ee val s w r gat r d wat rs sl p, e th e d S nt up strong and bol ,

As if th e ve ry e arth a ga in ’ G e i i h G c e i e h r w qu ck w t od s r at ng br at , f th e O f e e And , rom sods grov and gl n , Rose ranks of lion - h e art e d m e n h e e h To battle to t d at .

Th e ife h e e i e h d a w , w os bab first sm l d t at y, Th e f i d id e e e v e a r fon br of y st r e , An d i e a n d age d s r matron gre y, Sa w th e e d i h e lov warr ors ast away, n d d in A e e m e d it s to grie ve .

Alre ad y h a d th e strife be gun ’ Alre ady blood on Concord s plain th e i i h a d Along spr ng ng grass run , h a d e Le i And blood flow d at x ngton , Li o f i ke brooks Apr l rain .

Th at d e ath - stain on th e ve rnal sward Hallowe d to fre e dom all th e sh ore ; In fragme nts fe ll th e yok e abh orre d Th e foo tst e ps o f a fore ign lord d h i Profan e t e so l no more . M SONGS OF FREEDO . 69

RALPH WA LD O EMERSON — 1803 1882.

HYMN .

S NG AT T HE C OMPLET IO N O F C ON CORD MON MENT U U ,

1 8 6. APR IL 1 9, 3

Th e Ba e o f c A i 19 1 75 a ke d th ec me ce ! C , 7 ttl on ord , pr l , m r om n me nt o f t h e Ame ri ca n Wa r o f Inde pe nd e nce ]

BY th e d e id e h ch e d th e d ru br g t at ar floo , ’ h e i to i e e e e T r flag Apr l s br z unfurl d , e e n ce th e e e e H r o mbattl d farm rs stood , An d d h e sh h e n d h d fire t ot ard rou t e worl .

Th e fo e i ce in si e n ce e long s n l sl pt, i e th e c e Si e S e e Al k onqu ror l nt l ps, An d Time th e ruine d bridge h a s swe pt D th e d h ich d c own ark stre am w se awar re e ps .

On h i e e h i s e t s gr n bank , by t s oft str am, We se t d a i e e to y a vot v ston , h e h e i d e d e d T at m mory may t r e r e e m , h e n i i e a W l ke our s r s our son s r e gon e .

Spirit wh o mad e those fre e m e n dare d ie e e h e i ch i d e f To , or l av t r l r n re e , Bid tim e a n d nature ge ntly spare Th e h f we ise h e h e s a t ra to t m and T e .

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Z E I T EBENE ER LL O T. — 1 781 1849 .

w d in th !Author o f th e famou s Corn La w Rhyme s. He orke e f u d a c i d a n d h a s b ee a e d th e P e o f th e P . ] o n ry as h l , n c ll o t oor

T HE RE L N F 1 8 2 VO UTI O O 3 .

EE th e s n e ri h e s in d re ms i S , low A g l w t a of pa n His ch e e k in dignant glows ! Li e Sta n e d e sh in h d e his e k g , ak g t un r from man , He h is e se starts from r po . id e i h is e h e - ic is a n h W , w de art quak vo e fe l d e ard “ t i e e e a n d Ar s , y brav just ’ Th e living se a is to its ce ntre stirr d An d 10 o e a re D , our f s ust Th e e arth be ne ath th e fe e t of millions quake s ’ Th e wh irlwind cloud is riv n id i h i e n i i h i e As m n g t , sm tt nto l g tn n , wak s, ’ g S o wake d th e sword of He a v n ! Th e ange l d re w not from its Sh e ath that sword He e a n d e spak , all was don Ni h fl e d e e th e i h d g t away b for Alm g ty wor , An d — th e su n ! th e , lo sun F M 74 SONGS O FREEDO .

BATTLE S O NG.

D AY i e is e ce d , l k our souls, fi r ly ark ; ’ Wh at th e n ? Tis day We sl e e p no more ; th e cock crows - h ark To arms ! away ! Th e y come th e y com e th e kn e ll is rung Of us or th e m ’ Wide o e r th e ir march th e pomp is flung f m O gold and g e . ’ d h O f Wh at c ollar ound lawle ss sway, To famine d e ar ’ Wh at pe n sio n d slave Of Attila Le ads in th e re ar o e h e r S c h i i d f C m t y f om yt an w l s a ar , O u r blood to spill ? We ar th e y th e live ry of th e Czar ? Th e y d o h is will . ’ ta s se ll d i e e e or s lk , nor paul tt , N o r e e plum , nor tors No e i d e m e t spl ndour g l s , all st rnly , u r f h e O oot and ors . i w e i But , dark and st ll , nly glow, Cond e nse d in ir e S i e S e a n d e h n tr k , tawdry lav s, y s all k ow O u r gloom is fi re i e e i e In va n your pomp, y v l pow rs, Insults th e land ; e e e a n d Me ca u se a r Wrongs , v ng anc , e ours, And God ’s righ t hand Madme n th e y trampl e into snake s Th e wormy clOd Like fi re e e h h i , b n at t e r fe e t awak e s Th e sword of Go d

. 76 SONGS OF FREEDOM .

L e e e a n d se n Sh ov , plant of H av n , t to ow n i d i i h O e bl ss v ne to e art be low , h ed h e c i e a n d wo e C ang by t e ir frown , bor r m ,

An d ea h e d ce e i e ce . br t , for fragran , p st l n

’ ’ i h F e e d s e a n d n s e m W t r om plum , Ho our g , ’ ’ h e d e ck d Aba d d o n s d i T y ade m , ’ An d ca ll d on h e ll to sh out fo r th e m Th e h ie me h i ol st na of ol ne ss .

Th e y kn e w n o inte re st but th e ir own h e h th e S e h e Sh o th e h e T y s ook tat , t y ok T ron , Th e y sh ook th e world a n d Go d alon e ’ S e e m d fe in h is i e n sa omn pot ce .

Did h e his h n d e e n d th e t n t u r r skie s, To bid th e d ea d in soul arise Th e d re ad ful glare Of sulle n e ye s ’ u d c Alon e war ru e l tyranny.

e d A murmur from a trampl worm , A wh is pe r in th e cloud le ss storm Ye t h e e e e h e e e d Re f t s , v n t s , announc orm , ’ And Famine s scowl w a s proph e cy !

No r h e e e d Sh e t n r mors , nor tar y am , N o r e o f i e e d o f e lov pra s , nor dr a blam , e o f fi r e d But tongu s , and wor s of flame , R d M f his ous e ammon rom apathy . SONGS OF FREEDOM . 77

” At le n g th a MAN to Me rcia spok e From smitte n h e arts th e ligh tning broke Th e slo w in v in cible awok e ’ An d England s frown was victo ry !

0 ye ars of crim e Th e gre at a n d tru e Th e i e — a r e s i th e fe w nobly w s t ll , h e e F e h o o d e Wh o bid Truth grow w r als gr w , An d plan t it fo r e te rnity .

SON G.

LET id le rs d e spair th e re is h Ope fo r th e wise Wh o re ly on th e ir own h e arts a n d h ands An d we e d in h e i s th e sh o f h e i e e r a t r soul , by fla t r y s , h d is th e le d s T at our lan nob st of lan . Le t kn a v e e E d h se h h s e f ar for nglan , w o t oug t w ar a masi< While a war o n o u r tre n ch e rs th e y wage Fre e trad e a n d no favour is all th at w e ask F i th e e ! a r play, and world for a stag

c e in h i e th e d S e ur t e r basen ss , lofty and bol Look down o n th e ir vic tims be ne ath ; Li e i h e e c k snow on a skyl g t , xalt d and old , ’ Th e y sh in e o e r th e sh adow of d e ath th e su n o f e e h i d e s o ur d In warm knowl dg t at k n l bloo , ’ An d ch e e r d i i i h d a fills our sp r ts w t y, ’ h e i e d o n d e m n d th e a n d th d T r spl n our, c by e brav e go o , Li e c Of ice e k a pa la e m lts away . B Henry roug ham . 3 F M 7 SONGS O FREEDO .

O u r c ss h ich ie d th e E th e e ompa , w marr ast to W st, O u r e ss h i h e i d o n e pr , w c mak s many m n s , ’ O u r e - sin e w d i h i s i h e s st am g ant t at to l w t out r t , Proclaim th at our pe rils a re gone . We th e i h hich th e Go d th e i h want but r g t , w of r g t D e nie s not to bird s and to be e s ; ’ Th e ch arte r o f Nature th at bid s th e win g d ligh t ’ Fl ch inl s r th e e y a e s a s win d s o e s as .

’ N THE PEOPLE S A TH EM.

WHEN wilt th ou save th e people ? 0 Go d of m e rcy ! wh e n ? No t i d i k ngs and lor s, but nat ons N o t h e a n d c m e n t ron s rowns, but F e th h e o d r h low rs of y art , 0 G , a e t e y ! Le t h e s i e e e t m not pas , l k w ds, away ! Th e ir h e ritage a sunle ss d a y ! Go d save th e pe ople

in c i e e Shall crim e br g r m for e v r , Stre ngth aid ing still th e strong ? it th i O F h e Is y w ll , at r Th at m a n sh all toil for wrong ? N o say thy mountains N o thy ’ M e h l b i h i e an s cloud d sun s al r g tly r s , f i ” And songs b e h e ard inste ad o s gh s . Go d save th e p eopl e

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O YM A N N O US .

“ Th e f win U i H m u ib e d t o th ! o o g n on y n , o g y attr ut e ll l “ Re v . Hu H t is a id e b ee n f i i e e h ut on , s to hav a m ar to v ry ” l c i d in e a n It w i e i h l l d . a s sung at an mm nse ma s s me e t ng a t Birmin g ham m

! we ns e ! se e w e c e LO a w r , om F d ’ h Quick at re e om s oly call . We c e w e c e w e c e we c e om , om , om , om , To do th e glorious work of all ; An d h ark w e raise from se a to se a h rd Li ! Th e sacr e d watc wo , be rty

Go d is id e e d e our gu from fi l , from wav , F h a n d f rom ploug , from an vil , rom loom ’ We c e c n i h e om , our ou try s r g ts to sav ’ And spea k a tyrant faction s doom . And h ark w e raise from s e a to s e a Th e ch Li e sacr d wat word , be rty

i e w e d Go d is our gu d no swords raw, ’ We kindle not war s battl e fire s ; i s ice e By un on , ju t , r ason , law, i h i h Of i e s We claim th e b rt r g t our s r . W h ch Li e e raise t e wat word, b rty e i w e i be e e ! We will, w w ll, w ll fr SONGS OF FREEDOM 81

MI HAE T M D C L HO A S SA LER . — 1780 1835.

!Note d fo r hi s philanthropic inte re st o n b e half o f th e a g ri cul

f i M. P fo r A d b a n d a a . . tural m nu ctur ng poor l oroug h ,

R ’ Y THE FACTO RY GI L S LAST DA .

’ ’ WAS win te r s m o rn in T on a g , Th e e h e t a n d i w at e r w w ld , Th re e h ours be fore th e dawning Th e fath e r rouse d his ch ild ; He r d i e i i a ly mors l br ng ng, Th e e h e ce d darksom room pa , i Th e h ll is i i And c r e d , e r ng ng, ” M h d i h e y aple ss arl ng, ast !

’ F h e e at r , I m up , but w ary, e ca n e h th e I scarc r ac door, An d th e a n d d e long way r ary, O carry m e on ce more ’ T0 h e lp us we ve no moth e r ; An d you h ave no e mploy ; e i e i e b h e Th y k ll d my l ttl rot r , ’ Lik e h im I ll work a n d d ie

He r e d e e e d h i wast form s m not ng, Th e load was at h is h e art Th e suffe re r h e k e pt sooth ing i l h i h T l at t e m ll t e y part . 82 SONGS OF FREED OM

Th e e e m e t h e r ov rlook r , As h e r e sh e e to fram cr pt , i h h is h h e b h e r And w t t ong e at , An d c urse d h e r as sh e w e pt .

Ala s wh at h ours of h orror Mad e up h e r late st day n i a n d i a n d I to l , pa n , sorrow, Th e y slowly passe d away e e e sh e e e e It s m d , as gr w w ak r , T h d h O f e h e t re a s t e te n r broke , Th e i h e e ic e rap d w ls ran qu k r, An d h e ie fe th e s e av r ll trok .

n a d d d d Th e su h long e sce n e , But nigh t brough t no re po se He r d a y be gan a n d e nd e d As c e ch e ru l tyrants os . At l e ngth a little n e igh bour He r h alfpe nny Sh e paid ’ e h e r h To tak last our s labour, h r d While by e fram e sh e lai .

th e e i e i At last , ng n ce as ng, Th e captive s h ome ward rush e d She th ough t h e r stre ngth inc re asing ’ Twas h ope h e r S pirits flush e d Sh e e f b u t sh e ie l t , oft tarr d , Sh e fe a n d e e ll ros no mor , i h e r c d e ie d T ll , by omra s carr , ’ Sh e re ach e d h e r fath e r s d oor .

84 SONGS OF FREEDOM

R O T N I LL BER C O . — 181 4 1837.

! A you ng Scotc h poe t and e nth u siast ; e d itor o f th e Leed s “ ” Hi s Poe ms a n d Lyrics w e re publishe d in

T HE LE - O RD BATT W .

’ ’ IN Sc n d c se S c d d e otla s au , for otlan s gu , ’ e i h e h e d d e e i W ll bl t ly s our ar st blu d , ’ An d d a s e e h stan or fa fre m n s ould , As h a d n e e f e we e o b or . o c th N w proudly ome e fo e me n on , ’ Against auld Sc otland s mountain th ron e Th e its s h e h h sh e sun la t on t m at on ,

’ ’ e e e e e a n d e e be S e W r fr m n , maun n r lav s ' ’ We fig ht for h e ath e r -co v e r d grave s ’ To t e ll yon comin warrior - wave s Th at m e n our moth e rs bore Fo r i e e fo r e e ma d ns lov d , par nts d ar, F e e e e it h e e ourscor would battl w r r , ’ ’ d i e h i 0 e An stan l k us, nor t nk f ar Clay mor e !

— — Th e y bre ak th e y h alt th e y form again We we ll h ave borne th e battl e -strain : Th e grass th at cloth e s th e re e king plain ’ w e t i s e e Is w trang r gor . SONGS OF FRE E D OJM 85

Re e e i e i m mb r for our nat v so l , ’ Th at a w e love at h am e may smile ; N e rve ilka arm for bluid y toil Clay mor e

’ ’ e e c e e d i e a n d i W v onqu r w v s ba rns a , ’ ’ e c e e d i h fo r i We v onqu r ba t gr t and sma , i a n d i Fo r ma d matron , pu r and braw ’ Th i is o e r e blu dy darg . ’ u r a h e e a in O f t rs w apon and our , ’ ’ Th ou lt b e our sons we brawly ke n B h e e S i y foug t n fi lds, by fo e me n la n , Clay mor e !

T HE R F PUI OLK.

’ ’ ’ OME fu d o e r 0 d S grow prou bags gow , ’ And some a r e proud 0 le arning ’ An h one st poor man s worth y nam e e d e i h in e i I tak l g t arn ng. Slave s n e e d n a try to run us d own ’ T O kna ve s we re unco d our folk ’ ’ e e e w ra n d i W r aft n g , but , de l may care ’ e e h e s h h i W r on t folk , t oug pu r folk

’ ’ Wi ce i h w e h fu e e Walla w g t foug t w l , Wh e n laird s a n d lords we re j inking ; Tlzay kne lt be fore th e tyrant loun ’ We brak his crown I m th inking. OF M 86 SONGS FREEDO .

’ Th e mu ckle m e n h e bough t wi gowd Syn e h e be g an to j e e r folk e i h e d d n o r u i e But n t r swor s, nor gow , g l , Could turn th e sturdy puir folk

\Vh e n auld King Ch arlie trie d to bind ’ Wi i a n d c ie ce a rn saul onsc n , ’ i e 0 h is i h i i e In v rtu r g t d v n , An d ith e r d aft - like nonse nse Wh a i e M r h ra s d at a ston suc a stour, And mad e th e tyrants fe ar folk ? ’ Wh a praye d a n d fough t w i Pym a n d Noll ? ’ Th e tru th fu ir trusty, pu folk

’ Wh a a nce upo n auld Sco tlan d s hills e e h n e d i e th e i ic W r u t l k pa tr k , ’ ’ ’ An d h a ck d wi d sh wi n s swor s , and ot gu , ’ ’ e E ic Fra Tumm l s bank to ttr k , ’ Be cause th e y wo u ld n a le t th e prie st About th e ir c on sc ie n ce ste e r folk ? Th e lairds we re blood h ounds to th e clan Th e Martyrs we re th e puir folk

’ Wh e n B o ston bo ys at Bunk e r s Hill ’ Gart Slave ry s minions falte r ; ’ While ilka h e arth in a th e bay ’ Wa s mad e fair Fre e d om s altar ; a h th e h i e th e Wh foug t fig t, and ga n d d a y ? ’ ’ Ga e wa e e f , y knav s twas our olk Th e be ate n gre at m e n se rve d a kin g ’ Th e victors a we re puir folk

F E rM 88 SONGS O FRE D O .

WE ARE FREE .

’ LIK E ligh tning s flash Upo n th e fo e We b id urst , and la Th e ir glorie s lo w Like mountain - flo o d s We on th e m c am e Lik e with e ring blast f c ch i O s or ng flam e , Like h urricane Upon th e se a h h i S out , s out aga n , We a r e r ee Sh out , F !

We stru ck fo r Go d We stru ck fo r life We stru ck for sire We struck fo r wife We struck for h om e We stru ck fo r all Th at man doth lose By be aring th rall ’ We i h struck ga nst c a ins , Fo r libe rty ! o w N , for our pams, Sh We a r Fr ee out , e !

Give to th e slain A sigh — a te ar ; A c urse to th ose Wh o spok e of fe ar ! OF M 8 SONGS FREEDO . 9

Th e n e a t your bre ad In pe ace fo r now ’ Th e tyrant s pride Is lying low His stre ngth 15 brok e n His minions fle e Th e Voice h ath spoke n Sh We a r e Fr ee ! out, 0 OF M 9 SONGS FREEDO .

WI IAM OE N S ON FOX LL j . — 1786 1864 .

!U i i ea e . M. P. fo r O d m n tar an pr ch r l ha ,

R E T T HE ER E P AI S O H O S .

RAISE th e h e e fo r th e i h P to ro s who struck r g t, Wh e n fre e dom and truth we r e d e fe nde d in figh t O f d - h e i i e i th e e e d a r e b e bloo s dd ng h r l ngs d s a horr d ,

th e i i e w e h h is d . But patr ot sm l s, and onour swor

i e th e wh o d ie d fo r th e i h Pra s to martyrs r g t , N o r e ve r bowe d d o wn at th e bid ding o f might Th e i h e e e b th e i r as s w r cast all a road on w nd , e i e th e e i e fo r i d But mor w d ly bl ss ngs th y won mank n .

i e th e e th h i h Pra s to sag s, e te ac e rs of r g t , h e i e in th e e i Le t h e e be i h W os vo c darkn ss sa d t r l g t . Th e Soph ist may gain th e re nown o f an h our ; i d is h i e e is e But w s om glory , w l knowl dge pow r .

a n d e e h e Of i h He roe s , martyrs , sag s, tru prop ts r g t ’ e e f i b i h Th e y fore saw, and th y mad man s utur ty r g t . Th e ir fam e will asce nd till th e world Sink in flame s h Be th e ir spirit in all w o Sing praise to th e ir name s .

92 SONGS OF FREEDOM .

h e e a n d T P ople firm , from Court Pe e rs, i R e f i By Un on won orm , s rs, i e th N i e And , Un on saf , e at on st e rs h h h i e a n d h h T roug suns n t roug storm , An d w e swe ar th at e qual laws ’ ' Sh e i o e r i d all pr va l lordl ngs wor s , ’ And ca n prove th at Fre e d om s c ause Is to o strong fo r h ire ling Sword s Th e n h onour we Th e victory Of th e e e i e pe opl brav , un t d Le t a ll our bands i h e a n d h d Jo n arts an s, u h i h e d O r wrongs s all all be r g t . F SONGS O FREEDOM . 93

M HAR RIE T A R TI NEA U . — 1802 1876.

MN F THE E L HY O POLI S H XI ES .

GOD scorch e d by battl e - fi re s w e stan d B e fore th e e on thy th rone of sn ows F h e in h i i d But, at r, t s s le nt lan , We se e k no re fuge nor re pose We a n d h in i ask, s all not ask va n, Give us our h e ritage again

Th y wind s a r e ice - bound in th e se a Th ine e agle cowe rs till storms a r e past ; L h h e i i a r f ord w e n t os moan ng w nds e re e , h e e le th e W n ag s mount upon blast , e h i h i O br at e upon our cy c a n , ’ An d float our Poland s flag again

’ Twas for thy cause w e once we re strong Th ou wilt not d oo m th at cause to d e ath O Go d e h a s b e e , our struggl n long Th ou wilt not qu e nch our glimm e ring faith ’ h h th o f i T ou e ar st e murmurs our pa n , Give us our h e ritage again 94 SONGS OF FREED OM.

THOMA S WAD E .

— 1805 1875.

(J a i t, d i s a n d o e d i th e fa i o f th e ourn l s ramat t , p t , hol ng th v His Mu n i or t C r in a s d n e d Libe l c . d et C d s a m P e m a a c ra s hoo , o ” l zi n d S e e e i n 1 835 a i i th e R e f m Bi onn ts, app ar d , cont n ng or ll ll

E A SONG OF THE PEO PL .

THE h d d i c c oary otar , Ar sto ra y, Sh ak e s in h is crumbling palace -h alls O n th e broad oce an of D e mocracy F Li e d d i e loats be rty, pre par to s mbark ’ O n h e r re d e stin d s d p tran , Th is Eng lish land

’ o e r d i i In glory , a worl of tr bulat on , Sh e raise th h e r brig h t banne r— as th e Su n ’ O e r c loud s and storms asce nd e th burningly An d i h d a n d i d i s ice , w t a lou mult tu nou vo , Th e millions o f th e congre gate d N ation ’ (M i -li d its re a t h e a r ts o n e yr ad pp but g \ as Rejoice Th e y fe ar th e Fe w wh o on our live s h ave fe d Th e Trampl e rs on th e Many— turn in d re ad An d e th i h e e e i w , e m g ty P opl , to r ga n O u r stol e n birth righ t h ave not wrough t in vain We i e we i e i l v l v , aga n

F M 96 SONGS O FREEDO .

a n d i h i it i A wondrous a m g ty Th ng s, S pe aking to d istant millions as to n e ar R i i a n d h ie ous ng all pass ons all sympat s, ’ An d forcing th e e arth s space to d isappe ar ’ its c e i e o e r th e By onn ct ng cours all lands , ’ Wh ich mak e s th e globe s antipod e s sh ake h and s

e e its -d e e i - i i B for all t ct ng, all procla m ng, ’ - h - e i i e th e h e And all trut t ll ng vo c , Tyrant s t ron ’ An d th e i h e e d i bald B got s altar , av nwar flam ng i h e d e i e d h e i e a n d W t fir s r v from ll , qu v r groan Fo r it is h e in i e i h clot d l b rty and l g t , An d casts d estroying sun - sh afts th rough th e ir night

i i e i i Mi i S e Ha l t, y st rr ng ll ons, as your av r th o ld o f h i h e From e law t ng s, t at k pt ye und e r — Th e foot - tre ad of th e Fe w as th e way - pave r ed e i - An d its h d e To your r mpt on goal , of t un r Ye w h o sit h e th e e i i ib e t ron d Jov s nv s l , U se th e migh ty we apon we ll Hide it not in cloud y sph e re O f pale apath y or fe ar ’ But e ve r le t its radiant bolts b e h u rl d Against th e giant Ills th at still be strid e th e World SONGS OF FREEDOM 97

R e a n d Ro u n d e la e s ym s y ,

T HE ER’ D R PAUP S IVE .

’ T H ERE S a grim o n e -h orse h e arse in a jolly round trot th e h h e is i To c urc yard a paup r go ng , I wot Th e d it is h th e h e e h a s in roa roug , and ars no spr gs, An d h ark to th e dirge th at th e sa d drive r sings Rattle h is bo ne s ove r th e ston e s ; ’ He s e h only a paup r , w om nobody owns

Oh h e e a r th ? h e a r e e , w r e e mourne rs alas t e r non ’ He h a s e in th e d h e s e l ft not a gap worl now gon , N o t e in th e e i a t ar ye of ch ld , woman , or man th e i h i ca n To grave w t h s carcas e as fas t as you . Rattle h is bo n e s ove r th e ston e s ’ He s e h o d only a paup r , w om nob y owns

h in a n d c e i a n d S h i a n d d in W at a jolt g r ak ng, plas ng Th e wh ip h o w it cracks and th e wh e e ls how th e y spin ’ th e i i h e f o e r th e h e e is h e How d rt , r g t and l t , dg s url d Th e paupe r at l e ng th make s a noise in th e world . Rattl e h is bone s ove r th e stone s H ’ h e s only a paupe r , w om n obody owns M 98 SONGS OF FREEDO .

e ef h e h a s d e e ch Poor paup r d unct , ma som approa ’ e i i h h e s e h e in c ch To g nt l ty , now t at str tc d a oa , ’ He s taking a drive in h is carriag e at last it i be if h e e But w ll not long, g o s on so fast . Rattl e h is bon e s ove r th e stone s ; ’ He s e h d only a paup r, w om nobo y owns

i wh o e h e e e d You bumpk n , star at your brot r conv y e h d h e e c is i B ol w at r sp ct to a loddy pa d , ’ An d be f h i h e b e h e i joy ul to t nk , w n y d at you r la d low, ’ You ve a ch an ce to th e grave like a ge mman to go . Rattl e h is bone s ove r th e ston e s ’ e s n e h H o ly a paup r, w om nobody owns

e h i i — fo r it is sa d But a truc to t s stra n my soul , To th ink th at a h e art in h umanity clad h d e i e th e e h e e e n d S oul mak , l k brut s , suc a d solat , d d e f h i h i e vi ie d An part rom t e l g t w thout l a ng a fr n . e f h is e e th e e s B ar so tly bon s ov r ston , ’ h h e h e o n h h is M e e t . T oug a paup r, s e w om ak r y owns

I OO SONGS OF FREEDOM

Th e Go d - i e i h i e th e Go d - i e h d g v n m nd s all mag , g v n an sh all build ’ ’ Th e is fo r G d h i d e th e e h - d i pr ons o s c l r n , by art lor s w ll d ; ’ ’ e h it s e e h i ce e l P r aps b tt r t an starvat on , on w l pray, and th e n ’ e i d i h se s — i i i i m e n W ll all go bu l ng work ou , m ll on , m ll on .

’ Wh w e d o i h th e h e ? i i i i n at ll w t work ous s m ll on , m ll o m e n Sh w e lie d n a n d d d e e ch in h is e all all ow ma n , a lon ly d e n ? ’ Wh a ! w e h e i e s d e e ! w e m e n N t w os s r ma Cr ssy , of e lson s mould ! ’ ' We th e R se c —G d E i h e th e , of us lls ountry, o s ngl s m n bold ! ’ ’ i w e e h i i i e ve d is W ll , at art s lords b dd ng, bu ld ours l s ’ h o n o u r d grave s ? ’ i w e h e e h i E e e b its W ll w o v mad t s ngland , ndur to e slave s ? ’ h e e e e th e s e l— O ce e a n d T ron s tott r b for an w r n w ll pray, th e n ’ We i d i h e i i i i m e n . ll all go bu l ng work ous s, m ll on , m ll on

E F LD SO NG OF TH KINGS O GO .

a r e h O U RS all e marbl alls, od e e Amid untr d n grov s , h e e i e e c W r mus c v r alls, Wh e re faint e st pe rfume rove s ; O OF E O ! S NGS FR ED M ,

An d h d tOilin m t ousan s g oan , That g orge ous robe s may fold Th e haugh ty fOrm s alone f — h e i o f G O u s t K ngs old .

C HORU S

We c n c S e a not ount our lav s, N h i o ot ng b unds our sway, O u r i d e a n d e w ll stroys sav s, W le t e e s e w e w e . , cr at , lay Ha h a wh o a re God s ?

e a n d c i e Purpl , r mson , and blu , e e Si e J w ls , and lk , and p arl , e h u e All spl ndours of form and , ’ O u r ch a r m d e xist e nce furl Wh e n dare d Sh ad ow d im ’ Th e glow in our wine - cups r o ll d ? ’ Wh e n d ro o p d th e banqu e t -h ymn Raise d fo r th e Kings o f Gold ?

e r h th e e h is Th e a t , art , ours its i its i e Its c orn , fru ts, w n , its i its e Its sun , ra n , flow rs , O l— c Sh i e urs , all , all annot n O n e sunligh t ray but wh e re O u r migh ty title s h old h e e e ife is h e e W r v r l , t r Posse ss th e Kings of Gold . -SONGS OF FREEDOM

An d e h h i all on art t at l ve s , a n d a n d h i Woman , man , c ld , Us tre mbling h omage give s A e e - d e file d y trampl d , sport , N e d a r e th i e o n on ra s e frown , O r sligh t e st que stioning h old O u r scorn but strike s the m down d e th e i d To a or K ngs of Gol .

n e d e d O b s of azur own , h s o f i i In all tortur ng l ght , ’ r o iso n d h s n Ou p arlot moa , And burning toss in sigh t Th e y a r e ours— fo r us th e y burn ; h e a re e e h T y ours, to r j ct , to old We taste — we e xalt — we spurn o Fo r w e a r e th e Kings f Gold .

Th e f e i h e i e ath r wr t s a sm l , ’ w e e i e h is r e d - li d i As s z pp g rl , ’ l His h i e - lo in d e a h i w t wif ; y, w e Fie ce i i b r m ll ons urn , to hurl R c e o ks on our r gal brows, Knive s in our h e arts to h old h e e e e h T y pal , pr par t e m bows th e e th e i O f At st p of K ngs Gold .

i se a o f h e In a glor ous at , Ete rn al rocks w e stand is e e O u r joy our lon ly stat , An d our trust our own righ t h and ;

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e ci e ss re ch es ! h ! n e e hin e You m r l w t w at you k l , you w , i e m e d n e i e i TO sm l at you are O sm l aga n , An d th is e d i e — i e e i e e mob r n ng y r s , mast rs m n ’ I ll gi ve you a boon to se e your O ld disd ain ; h e d s i e o f e To ar your wor slow , nsol nt , as yor , ’ Chuckl e at th e Sh am e th e y kn e w th e y b u rn d th ro ugh m e Fo r be ne ath your palac e h uman tige rs roar I h old th e ke y

o d h o w h e h e m e h i h i hi is G t y at t s , t s , t s, life Ah a wh ite fie nds I am m e rcil e ss o n e h our a n d e i h h e i m e i h th e if Ago , y m g t av sla n w t kn e , ’ Wh e n ne ath your wh ips my fle sh d id Sh rink a n d cowe r ! h e s m e e Had ye but known , w n to lay y forbo re , b h i e fo r i e d id How I drank your lood , w l I l f pl e a ! Fo r the tige r s a re starve d th at un d e rn e ath you roar An d I h old th e ke y !

Ca n you not te ll th e se ave nge rs o f my sh ame h e d e i e h e — e e e e d s e d How I loat , sp s t m y w r sav , av , sa ve d ’ Th e h e lick d e e a n d i d be asts av your f t , aga n woul tam e ! Aha th e y will sword you wh e n th is hand is wave d Th e i e c e st e in e ! y w ll wr n h your h arts out, umbl your gor Can you not spe ak th e m b e asts th e y a re like ye i i e i e Fo r h e e a n d But m n e , m n , m n you t y rag roar I h old th e ke y ! SONGS OF FREEDOM 1 9 5

THE E YD E Y S M Y HE . G O. S N T

— 1818 1857.

Hi i F i n k f d s A o f e a d e w . A w ! uthor stor c anc s, oth r or s ter ar Vi f scount S trang ord . ]

T HE JACO BIN O F PARIS .

— HO St. n in e HO St . in e h r e r o f th e , A to , Anto , t ou qua t

’ Arisgfiith th h seh d a n d h e f th all y ou ol s , pour t m rom y o o r ; Ro u si th i a n d th e — se c e c e a n d y att cs y garr ts, rou llar, ll , ca ’ e —

i - - — Ro u se Ot e r worke d and ove r taxe d th e starving a n d

th e slave .

— i e a we e e e it h d Of d i Cana ll y, r m mb r , t at wor a nty scorn , Th e th e ch i th e h i h a n d h h ) flung us from ar ots, g aug ty ; orn . — i e c i e — a h e e we h w e i Cana ll ana ll y, r t rong, and w ll S - i h how to n g t , e h d i h i a n d d How unglov d an , w t p ke bran , ca n h e lp i s f i h t e l to r g t . 1 06 SONGS OF FREEDOM

e e i th e s e sh e It was a July v n ng, and umm r moon on fair

Wh fi s h e e in th e d e d e s i . e n i t t e pe opl ros , gran ur of pa r f r i d d e But not o gre e d , or ga n , or gol , to plun r or to e st al , We e th e e Tu ille rie s — we e e e th e spar d gorg ous , l v ll d i e Bast ll .

“ i e e w e m e t ce e e a a i e m e t A l ttl y ar, on mor , y C na ll h d a t at y, th e e h e h is e i e s h e a rd h In v ry art of V rsa ll , to t e man Cape t ; An d w e b h h im a c i in e s e d i roug t b k to Par s, a m a ur tra n a n d slow, An d w e sh e d h is ce rn e a n d Mi e out to fa for Ba av rab au .

o d é e h c i i h th h e ie s Ho, C n , w rt t ou om ng, w t y truant C val r , ’ D id st th ou swe ar th e y sh ould ave nge th e Austrian ’ wanton s te ars ? ’ HO i h i fo r E a ce e e , Arto s , art t ou arm ng, ngl nd s as l ss pay, Th Bru n swicke rs a n d e i i f y , H ss ans , and Br gands O Ve ndee

e h e i h e e h i e i S c e a n d Com , t n , w t v ry r l ng, lav , Croat ,

Cossack , e e e — we i We dar your war , b war of ours fl ng you

fre e dom back . d id e ce u s — e e fo r What , Tyrants , you m na , now tr mbl your own ! You have h e ard th e glorious tidin gs o f Valmy a n d Ar gonn e

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He se d h s ice h is c u to laug at ju t , t at gay Ar to rat , d ff h e e h He u se to sc o at me rcy , but kn lt to us for at t ’ i h i i h e w e c ic i e But w t unt r ng at stru k , and as our v t m f ll , He h e ard — to h e ar th e m e ch oe d so o n — th e crie s a n d

j e sts of He ll .

h — H HO St . n in e r se e e O e Se e , A to , a ou t now, , brav pt m brists all , T c i i h e it i its c h e To s n r ngs, as t n rung Ar se unto all Fo r th e e F ie d th e e e a n d e Tru r n of p opl , our own Per D u ch én e ’ h h e n e d h e i e e t e . Have told us, t y av of p opl e s arms aga n

Fo r th e Gi d e h h e d i a n d th e M d e e ron at turn tra tor, o rat s h ave sold ’ Th e h d -e e d i h ch e h fo r i ar arn r g ts of Ho s fig ts , prom se of ’ Pitt s gold . An d th e e d a n d th e ca n P ant , Upstart , as Upstart only , e d e d d e id e in e e e i e th e i a n d Hav ar r , l tt r d pr d , pla n i work ng man .

h W wh o th e d e h e W at , e , burst bon ag our fat e rs bor so

long, Th at O ppre ssion h a d se e me d sacre d in its ve ne rabl e wrong, h We wh o h e e a n d th e h e d W at , , av outspok n , w ol worl e e ob y d , i h its i ce a n d its M h h e i h i h h n e W t Pr n s, onarc s, on t r g t ro s f id a ra ,

h We wh o e h i h e — h we i W at , , brok t at m g ty yok , s all qua l be fore Briss o t An d h we bo w h im a s h e d h e s all to as lowly, woul av us h o w ? F 1 9 SONGS O FREEDOM . 9

’ An d h we e n th e ie i a n d Sh w e s all l ar Court r s l sp, all c ringe a n d su e th e i h d i R d i e e - ic Ba rba ro u x ? To l ly an of fa r olan , l k lov s k

N o G e e e n we h e i e th e i h , by r at H av , av not r v n m g ty ch i o f Old a ns , Th e S e - c a n d th e ie c a n d th e G d e tat raft , Pr st raft, ran ur th e and Gold , To be ground down by Doc trine s— to be c rush e d by F a n d h orms Sc ools , e h e i r L i e h e i To starv upon t r Co n aws , but to l v upon t r ru le s .

N O if we s h e e d e h e i e e e h be , mu t av l a rs , t y l k ours lv s s all , Wh o h ave struggle d a n d h ave conqu e re d with sin gl e h e arts and fre e ’ Wh o d o a e th e N e ffe c th e N e a ir not p obl , nor a t obl s ,

i h Ta llie n Rich e i a n d L i e . W t for a l e u , ouve t for Volta r

N O w e i l h e ch e d e a s th e R i e , w l av su l a rs oman Tr bun s w e re h d i R ie C o u t o n En young S t . Just a n d s mple obe sp rre N h e i e it is b e fa r ow glory to t r garr ts , no l r to own , Than th e fair h a lf- h undre d palace s and th e Carloving ian th ron e .

An d glory to th e th ousand proofs th at d a y by day th e y g 1v e O f e e e n d h ich h e e d h se e i e som gr at to w t y t n , t o sol mn l v s h e i e t y l v . h e th e M h a n d h W n onarc th e Anarch alike s all pass away , An d sh d e in th e i h o f morn all bre ak , a n man awak , l g t a a ire r d a f y. I IO SONGS OF FREEDOM

A THE N M K W KS W A R IL CALL . Di 1 0 e d 89 .

A o f Re e b e r i ! uthor v r at ons ,

AND THE R KOSSUTH H UNGA IANS .

KOSSU T H a n d th e brave m e n of Hungary Ch ampions ye a re O f fre e d om a n d of truth Li e h i d e o f th e d in h e r h h k c l r n worl fre s yout , h h th e e h se e S tand fort , stand fort , for all art to A ve ry ancie nt a n d a nobl e cause

i e c c h e i h n e w i ht . Inv t s you , alls you , lot s you w t m g h d e e a r e h th i h O , oubly w apon d you wit e r g t , h i Supporte d by t e old maj e st c laws. N o w for all nobl e growth of mind a n d h e art Th i a n d f e nat ons look to you be strong re e , i h f e h e e Sh e And , w t a am t at n v r all d part , S d f h h th e se e tan ort , stand fort , for all world to , h i h o f e 0 c amp ons bot t mpl e and of mart , Kossuth a n d th e brave m e n Of Hungary

M N AZZI I .

MAZZ IN I i e e e s ic e l k to som maj t tow r , O n h ich th e e e i Sit w v rlast ng stars do , h i e th e c e e h e e e e it W l un onqu r d av n b nds ov r , An d ce sh o s e i h i n e o an ut b low w t g a t pow r,

F M 1 1 2 SONGS O FREEDO .

THE EN FRANC HISED LABO U RER.

B T L is a n d h e e is h e U abour now free , t r op e m e n d f h i h i e Brav stan ort , and lo a l g t subl m , Li e M i th e Sk i e k orn ng, bre aks along y of T m , ’ n e w u n d h e e e e And a S asce n s our av n s pal c op . Joy to o ld England ! Joy with Fre e dom com e s O u r e h e a r e e i i cottag om s b aut ful aga n , ’ D e e i th e i e ar natur s g fts k ngly p asant sums, d i r i in r ie e An S ngs and wo sh ps h e anc nt fan . Joy to th e nations Eve ry country be ars

i e . h e e is re se a All fru ts, all flow rs Joy t r no mo , r e a r e in - h o d s a r e h e Ou s p ars prun g o ks, our swor s ar s , o n n d h d Me n form e gre at a tranquil broth e r oo , Ar e e a n d e e c e ise a n d e e brav g ntl , ourt ous, w fr , d o d a n d o d An God l oks own se e s that it is go . SONGS OF FREED OM 1 1 3

TH M O A S C O OPER . 1805 1 92 7 8 .

“ Hi s C i t e . P o f S i ci e P i ! hart s po t urg atory u d s , a r son ” ’ R me wa s w i e i a t w o e a im i i n hy , r tt n dur n y rs pr sonment ’ S ta fford g a ol fo r a spe e ch to tge collie rs In

L L E L ER HAI , HO I ST IB TY.

HAIL h olie st Libe rty ! wh o h ast thy sh rine ’ ’ De e In th e i h f i 5 r e ce ss d p fa t ul patr ot soul , Diffusing from th y visage ligh t d ivin e ’ h d th e e a n d d e u n re St T at gla s dung on s gloom r ar , Until i t be ams with visions e ve r ble st f Ri h i h e h O g t tr ump ant ov r oary Wrong, n d h ic i e F d A Trut v tor ous ov r rau confe st , An d n e w - born nation s joining ch oral song ’ O e r e arth — be come o n e te mpl e fo r thy broth e r - throng !

i su n - i h Li e Life - ce h Ha l , br g t b rty sour of Trut , i h h e d e e h e e a n d s W t out w om Knowl g wax t s r , fall Into h e r dotage ; wh ile with lusty youth Th ou sin e w e st Re ason till Sh e d ise nth rals ’ H r e e ce i e e l e ss n of T me s dr ams , nor bas y crawls ’ At e ld Auth ority s d e cre pid fe e t ; But calmly to th e toil of se arch u pca lls He r i e ch i e ch e v gour, and full soon a plaus v at ’ ' ’ De e c d i o e h F ch a fl isd t ts, w nn w t olly s from W om s h e a t w an . 1 1 F M 4 SONGS O FREEDO .

h e d i th e T ou gr at palla um of moral man , h ee h e - e h e e If t by slot s lf tr asonous los , O r i ed c e e ch fo l by for , or dup d by arlatan , How so o n th e se r fish Spirit d oth d iffuse i e ce h h d a n d e a n d h e Its nflu n t roug bloo , bon s , t ws, i h is e h is h is Unt l v ry form , brow , look , F fe i h e i e e h e e h or t t r grand ur, and ac g stur s ows , ’ Ere th e h i e f h is e e low w n ollows lord s r buk , h d e h i h is i h so ca n W at pt of nsult , now, slav s ul brook

e d in h e e r if h is i h i h But, garb umbl st g a , b rt r g t Be e t e e d i e d i e y unbart r , unpurlo n , unsta n d ; If still h is fore h e ad we ar th y sigil brigh t ; is his ie h o i d How n oble m n , w un constra ne H i e th e h fe i ed e stands a w tn ss for trut , un gn , ’ h i th e i h o e ra wi i O r c amp on for r g t , ng k ngs An d d e wh o e e if i e d lor ly pow rs , f l as arra gn B e fore th e ir c ulprit ; a n d with h o m a gin gs

in to h e e e e e h i . fa bow, and own t ms lv s but m an r t ngs — F n o Pu r a t r o S u ic d rom g o y f i es.

N CHAR TIST S O G.

T H E i e h e h e h e n d t m s all com w n Wrong s all , Whe n pe asant to pe e r no more sh all be nd h th e Fe w e h e i W e n lordly shall los t r sway, e An d th e Many no more the ir frown Ob y . i h e i i th e is d e To l , brot rs , to l , t ll work on ’ i th e s e is o e r a n d th e h er ! T ll truggl , C art won

I 1 6 OF M SONGS FREEDO .

R N CHA TIST C HAU T.

TR UT H is growing— h e arts a r e glowing With th e flame o f Libe rty Lig h t is bre aking— Th ron e s a re quaking — Hark th e trumpe t o f th e Fre e L in h i e e i ong, lowly w sp rs br ath ng , Fre e dom wande re d dre arily S i in f i h h e r e e i t ll , a t , laur l wr ath ng Fo r th e day wh e n th e re sh ould b e Ft ee me n sh outing Victory

o Sh e e e e h h im h N w, s k t t at spe ak e th Fe a rle ssly o f lawl e ss migh t ; And sh e spe ed e th h im th at l e ad e th e h win th e i h Br t re n on to R g t . S th e e h ce e oon, slav s all as to sorrow Ce ase to toil in a gony ; Yea th e c r e - , y may sw ll to morrow O ve r land and ove r se a e h e S h — e a r e f e e Br t r n , out y all r

Fre e d om bringe th joy th at singe th All day long and n e ve r tire s : N O more sadne ss— all is gladne ss In th e h e art th at sh e inspire s Fo r Sh e bre ath e s a soft compassio n Wh e re th e tyrant kindle d rage ; And sh e saith to e ve ry nation ce e i Bre thre n , as w ld war to wage h i ” Earth is your ble st e r tage . O OF M S NGS FREEDO . 1 1 7

Th ough kings re nd e r th e ir d e fe nd e r i e a n d e d T tl s, gold , spl n ours gay Lo th i , y glory, warr or gory , Like a dre am sh all fad e away Ge ntl e Pe ace h e r balm O f h e aling O n th e bl e e ding world sh all pour ; e h e e fo r e h e fe e i Br t r n , lov br t r n l ng , Sh c i Sh e e all pro la m , from or to shor , Sh out— th e sword sh all slay no more 1 1 8 SONGS OF FREEDOM

E A H RL D A . L T E AN . j .

B n 1812 or .

!In youth a factory hand ; afte rwards a l e cture r and ve rs e w i e Th e f win s o n w a s b i s e d i n th e C i H m r t r. ollo g pu l h hart st y n 1 ’ 00k a n d is i d e e e n n e e i s , sa to hav su g at mass m t ng ]

SONG .

ASE O re ss s e e S e s B pp or , l av your lumb r , ’ Liste n to a nation s cry i e d e e s Hark un t , countl ss numb r , S we ll th e pe a ! o f agony ! ’ Lo ! i i a n d d h e s from Br ta n s sons aug t r , In th e d e pth s Of mise ry Like th e sound o f many wate rs Comes th e cry we will be fre e

Tyr ants quail th e d awn is bre aking ’ D awn Of Fre e d om s glorious d a y ; D e h e i h e a re i spots on t r t ron s quak ng, Iron bands a re giving way ie c f b O e i Kingc raft, pr st ra t , lack ppr ss on , Cannot bear our scrutiny ; We h ave l e arnt th is startling le sson w e i w e be f e e If w ll , may r

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CHAR LE S MA CKA K

- 1814 1889.

A w e -k w i a n d mi e e w ite A ! no n journa st sc an ous r r. uthor ll l ” ll o f ice fr m th e C wd Vo s o ro ,

LE R THE C A WAY.

MEN of th ough t be up and stirring Night and d a y S o w th e e e i h th e c in s d , w t draw urta , Cle ar th e way

Me n c i a id a n d Ch e e h e of a t on , r t m , As ye may ’ h e e f b s e T r s a ount a out to tr am , ’ e e i h e Th r s a l g t about to b am , ’ e e h Th r s a warmt about to glow, ’ Th e re s a flowe r about to blow ; ’ Th e re s a midnigh t blackn e ss ch anging Into g re y Me n h h a n d m e n Of c io of t oug t a t n , Cle ar th e way

O ce th e e c e i h h a s e n w l om l g t brok n, Wh o sh all say What th e unimagin e d glorie s O f th e d a y ? SONGS OF FREEDOM I Z I

Wh at th e e vil th at sh all pe rish In its ray ? Aid th e d i e a n d n awn ng , tongu pe ; Aid it h e o f e m n , op s hon st e Aid it e a id it e , pap r, typ , Aid it fo r th e is i e , hour r p And our e arn e st must not slacke n Into play. Me n h h m e n o f c i of t oug t and a t on , a Cle ar th e w y.

’ a c loud s about to van ish From th e d a y a braze n wrong to c rumbl e Into clay. th Ri h ’ e g t s about to conque r , Cle ar th e way

With th e Righ t sh all many more Ente r smiling at th e door With th e giant Wrong sh all fa ll M h e e any ot rs gr at and small , That fo r a ge s long h ave h e ld us Fo r h e i e t r pr y . Me n h h m e n n of t oug t and of a ctio , Cle ar th e way 1 2 2 SONGS OF FREEDOM

O E FFRE j HN j Y. B 184 orn 9.

!Author o f Lays o f th e

THE EM N O N OF THE A CIPATI PRES S.

HO ! ye watch m e n of our Europe th rough th e nigh t of e d e ag s r ar, Se e ye in th e East th e first faint flush th at t e lls th e nigh t i s e n ar, Worn a n d gh astly with your vigils till th e crimson D awn be born , S i i i e fla m e c e d i th e pr ng ng , l k a rown T tan , from moun ta in s of th e morn ?

A l li h i h th e ch e Sh its d i n ce y a g t a l g t wat rs out , ra a co me s at last, Long th e spe ll - bound world sle pt girdle d with th e black n e ss th ick a n d vast ; th e h d d ie in e a n d th e e d ie in But s a ows purpl , purpl s d a y. An d th e h igh pe aks o f th e orie nt h ills smite back th e

c onqu e rin g r a y.

1 2 4 SONGS OF FREEDOM

CHAR E S KIN GSLE L Y. — 1 819 1875.

N L E’ ALTO O CK S SO NG,

1848.

VVEEP e e e a n d e e , we p , w p , w p Fo r e a n d e paup r , dolt , slav f e fe n Hark rom wast d moor and , F v e r o u s e i i d e n e all y , st fl ng , Swe lls th e wail Of Saxon m e n Work or th e grave

D d d a n d d own , own , own , own h i e e Wit dl r, knav , and tyrant Why for slugga rds cark and moil ? He that will not live by toil Has no righ t on Eng lish soil ’ d ’ God s wor s our warrant .

! Up , up , up, and up Face your gam e and play it Th e i h is b e h th e n g t past, old sun Th e id th e lie is e ols fall , don Th e e is se t th e b e Judg , doom gun Wh o sh all stay it ? SONGS OF FREEDOM 1 2 5

THE DAY F HE RD O T LO .

T E a th e L is h h H D y of ord at and , at and Its storms roll up th e sky Th e nations sl e e p starving on h e aps of gold ; All dre am e rs toss a n d Sigh ; Th e nigh t is dark e st be fore th e m o m ; h e th e i is e th e h i d is W n pa n sor st c l born , th e Da th e d h And y of Lor at and .

G h e h e e Of Go d at r you , gat r you , ang ls F e e Me c h r dom , and r y, and Trut ; e ! th e E h is d a n d d Com for art grown cowar Ol , e d e e h e r h Com own , and r n w us yout . i d S e f- Sa c rifi ce D i a n d W s om , l , ar ng, Love , e th e e - fi e ld e Hast to battl , stoop from abov , h D a th e L d h d To t e y of or at an .

G h e h e h d h e at r you , gat r you , oun s of ll F i e a n d e a n d am n , Plagu , War ; d e i a n d Mi e I l n ess, B gotry , Cant , srul , G h e in th e e at r , and fall snar i e i M i e i a n d e H r l ng and ammon t , B got Knav , th e e -fi e ld e Crawl to battl , sn ak to your grave , D a f d In th e y o th e Lord at h an .

Wh o s it d a n d i h fo r a e o f would own s g a lost g gold , Wh ile th e Lord of all ag e s is h e re e h e i e th e e Go d Tru arts w ll l ap up at trump t of , h e ffe e And t os who can su r, can dar . Ea h a e o f d i a e c old g g ol was an ron g too, th e e e ke o f i e d o And m st sa nts may find st rn work to , h e D a d In t y of th e Lord at h an . 1 2 6 SONGS OF FREEDOM .

R N RN O N THE DEATH O F A CE TAI J OU AL.

S O d i h h i d O f e , t ou c l stormy dawn , h i e e o f se T ou w nt r flow r, forlorn nur ; ’ i e d e th e i c e Ch ll arly by b got s urs , ’ ’ T d f th e d i . h e pe ant s rown , worl l ng s yawn

F i e h in e e i e a r d at , to fall t m ng Jun , Wh e n e ve ry se e d wh ich drops to e arth e i e c i h Tak s root , and w ns a s ond b rt F i Sh a nd rom ste am ng owe r gl e aming moo n .

F f h e i all warm , fall ast , t ou m llow ra n h i o f od h d T ou ra n G , mak e fat t e lan That roots wh ich parch in burn ing sand Ma b u d e a n d f i i y to flow r ru t aga n .

TO ce e ch ce i e gra , p r an , a fa r r morn i h ie e th e se a In m g t r lands b yond , Wh ile h onour falls to such as w e F h e s o f h e e rom art ro s ye t unborn .

Wh o in th e i h O f f e d a l g t ull r y, O f e ie e h ie pur r sc nc , ol r laws, e i h e O f h e i e Bl ss us, fa nt ralds t r caus , Dim e c o f h e i i b a ons t r glor ous way .

Failure Wh il e tide - flo o d s rise a n d boil R e i e in a n d c e ound cap and sl , port ov , Re i - le d f b e s st le ss, star rom a ov Wh at th ough our tin y wave re coil ?

1 2 8 SONGS OF FREEDOM

An d h we e t a n d h we i e w at g , w at g v , W a d we h e know , n know our s are ; ’ e e th e c h W r not too low lot to we ave , c h But too low th e lot to we ar .

’ ’ ’ e e e e e e e e W r low , w r low, w r v ry v ry low, An d h e i ye t w e n th e trump ts r ng, ’ Th e th rust of a poor man s arm will go d i Th rough th e h e art of th e prou e st k ng. ’ ’ e e e e — e e e w e n o W r low , w r low m r rabbl , k w ’ We re only th e rank a n d th e fi le ’ h fo e We re not too low to kill t e , i But to o low to sh are th e Spo l .

R LIBE TY.

THY i h ce — h e e Li e ? b rt pla w r , young b rty ’ ’ e mid h e e h In grav s , ro s as e s . e i — h e e i Th y dw ll ng w r , swe e t L be rty ? h e r h e e f e e d d h e In a ts, w r r bloo as s .

Th e h e — h e e d e Li e y b st op w r , ar b rty ? f u win i n i e In ast p g g t m . Th e t — h e e d Li ? y first str ng h w r , prou be rty ’ h i e i e In t n oppre ssor s cr m .

h s — h e e Li e ? T y afe ty w r , stray b rty In lands wh e re discord ce ase . Th — e e i h Li e ? y g lory wh r , br g t b rty c In un ive rsal Pea e . 1 2 SONGS OF FREEDOM . 9

MN FO R L MM - D AY HY A AS .

SHARPE N th e sickl e ; th e fie ld s a r e wh ite ; ’ Ti th e i e o f th e h e s t m arv st at last . b e i h th e i i h Re ape rs, up w t morn ng l g t , h f its h b Er e th e blus o yout e past . Wh th e h i h a n d e th e e y stand on g way loung at gat , ’ With a summ e r day s work to pe rform ? ’ If you wait fo r th e h iring tis long you may wait h i h Till th e h our O f t e n g t a n d th e storm .

Sh arpe n th e sickle ; h o w proud th e y stand In th e pomp Of th e ir gold e n grain ! ’ ’ h i i e re e h th e e But I m t nk ng, noon n at sw e p of my h and , How many will lie on th e plain ! h h th e d i h b e i e th e fe ce be hi h T oug tc w d , n g , ’ ’ Th e re s a spirit to carry us o e r Fo r Go d n e ve r m e ant h is pe ople to d ie I i h i h o e n s g t of so r c a st r .

Sh arpe n th e sickle ; h o w full th e e ars ! O u r ch ild re n a r e c rying fo r bre ad ; ’ And th e fie ld h a s be e n wate re d with orph an s te ars ’ And e nrich e d with th e ir fath e rs d e ad ; h e a re b ie h e h e And op s that ur d , and arts t at brok , Lie de e p in th e tre asurin g sod : h e e e th e i ith h d e s e T n sw p down gra n w a t un r trok , ’ In th e nam e o f h umanity s Go d ! 1 30 SONGS OF FREEDOM

TH - THE SONG O F E WAGE SLAVE .

’ THE d it is th d lan e lan lord s, ’ Th e e is th e se a trad r s , ’ Th e o re th e usure r s coffe r fills But wh at re mains fo r m e ? ’ Th e e ngine wh irls fo r maste r s c raft ; Th e e e i e st l sh n s to de fe nd , ’ i h h i e W t labour s arms , w at labour ra s d , ’ Fo r b fo e e la our s to sp nd . Th e c th e i th e amp , pulp t , and law Fo r rich m e n 5 sons a r e fre e h e i h e i th e e i a n d T rs , t rs l arn ng, art, arms But wh at re mains for m e ? Th e c i h e th e e d a om ng op , futur y, h e ri h h W n wrong to g t s all bow , An d h e s h h e th e c e ma n art t at av ourag , , e h TO mak t at future n ow .

all h e i i I pay for t r le arn ng , I toil fo r all th e ir e ase ; h e e e c in i c i T y r nd r ba k , co n for o n, i n e i e e Want , g nora c , d s as i i — a n d h e h e e e h e To l , to l t n a c rl ss om , Wh e re h ungry passions c ross ; Ete rnal gain to th e m th at give To m e e te rnal loss ! Th e hour of le isure d h appine ss Th e rich alone may se e ; Th e f chi th e i i i e play ul ld , sm l ng w f But wh at re mains for me ?

1 32 SONGS OF FREEDOM

R SON F N ES P I A CI .

P E W E N C O N FIN ED IN A SOLITAR C ELL COM OS D H Y , O N BREAD AN D WAT E R W ITHO T BOO KS O R WRITIN G , U

E R LS MAY 1 8 . MAT IA , 49

TRO U BLE SO ME fancie s be se t m e e i e Sit in e Som t m s as I my c ll , h e f ie f e m e T at comrad s and r nds may org t , e e e e An d foe s may r m mb r too w ll .

That plan s wh ich I th ough t we ll d ige ste d Ma y prove to b e bubble s of a ir ; And h ope s wh e n th e y c om e to b e te ste d Ma th e e e d e i y turn to s of d spa r .

’ th o d e i e m e But I may oubt all b s d , ch b e And an or and ca l may part , h e e — h e e e i e m e W at v r w at v r b t d , Forbid m e to doubt my o wn h e art !

r i e c b e S i i Fo s ckn ss may wre k a rav p r t , And time w e ar th e br ain to a Sh ad e ; And dastardly a g e disinhe rit i h h o d h a s d e Cre at ons t at man o ma .

’ Go d ! le t m e e e e h i But , n r c ase to c e r sh Th e truth s I so fondly h ave h e ld ! Fa r e c e le t m e e i h soon r , at on p r s , Er e e a n d co a e a re e d firmn ss ur g qu lle . F FRE E D I 1 SONGS O O M. 33

’ Th o h e d in th e d b e in my a ust may ly g, ’ An d m e n e o e r bad xult my fall , Sh l i e h e — i e e d i I al sm l at t m sm l at th m , y ng Th e Ri h is th e Ri f e ! g t g ht , a t r all

ER E AST HYMN .

R C IFIED c ci e e e C U , ru fi d v ry morn e e a n d c e c e d i h h B at n s ourg d , and rown w t t orn ; S a n d a n d d e ch d i h corne d spat on , r n e w t gall ; Broth e rs ! h o w lon g shall we h e a r th e ir th rall ?

HOR S — M a n d M e e e a n d h C U ary agdal n , P t r Jo n , e th e i — a n d e it H e ar y e qu st on b ar on.

E h e e e e a n d d e fe art quak r v ll d , arkn ss ll , ’ To sh e w twas th e time o f th e Kings o f H e ll ! But th e ve il is re nt th e y h ung so high ’ h id e h e i i th e e To t r s ns from e Pe opl e s y .

HOR S— M a n d M e e e a n d h C U ary agdal n , P t r Jo n, i i e e th e s h e a r h e . H ar y t d ng , and t m on

i e th e i Of e L ke royal rob s on K ng J ws, ’ e d i h i h h w e n o t u se We re mock w t r g ts t at may , ’ Tis th e e e SO h e e e c ci e d p opl long av b n ru fi , h a r i h id But th e t ie ve s e still want ng on e it e r s e .

HOR S— M M e e e a n d h C U ary and agdal n , P t r Jo n ,

S e th e sa d d e a n d e it . w ll bur n, b ar on 1 34 SONGS OF FREED OM .

o d a n d e ! a d a n d e ! Bl o wat r y, bloo t ars Track our path d own th e stre am o f ye ars ; Ou r limbs th e y spare — our h e arts th e y bre ak h e e e d th e f h d e Fo r t y n orme r t e ir gol to mak .

CHO R S— M a n d M d e e e a n d h U ary ag al n , P t r Jo n ,

e e th e i a n d e it . H ar y warn ng, b ar on

S h h e o f e A abbat s all com , but not r st Wh e n th e rich sh all be punish e d — th e poor re d re sse d ; An d f h e h e rom aml t to aml t , from town to town , Th h ch e Sh i i th e e c ur b lls all r ng t ll proud fall down .

CHOR S— M a n d M d e e e h U ary ag al n , P t r and Jo n , i e th e i a n G e d e it . v y s gnal , b ar on

’ Th e Ph arise e s re ve l o e r man or a n d loom ’ We ll blow th e m a blast on the trump of d oom It sh all raise th e d e ad nations from land to land Fo r th e re surre ction is nigh at h and

HOR S— M a n d M e e e a n d h C U ary agdal n , P t r Jo n , h d i e t e d i a n d e h e . H ar gla t ngs, b ar t m on

EASTER , 1850.

1 36 SONGS OF FREEDOM

C e e e i e e i h a e r ds, mp r s , syst ms, rot w t g , ’ But th e g re at Pe opl e s e ve r youth ful ; ’ And it shall wr it e th e Future s pa ge To our Humanity more truth ful ; Th e gnarlie st h e art hath te nde r ch ord s To wake n at th e nam e of Broth e r ’ Tis coming wh e n th e se scorpion - word s We sh S e i e ch h e all not p ak to st ng a ot r . ’ ’

Ti i s i . s com ng ! ye , tis com ng

O u t th e i h ie s n o r i of l g t , you Pr st , fl ng c h o Your dark , old s adows n us long e r . si e h d - i e c e c e i A d , t ou worl w d urs , all d K ng ’ Th e e e e is i e e . P opl s st p qu ck r , strong r ’ Th e re s a divinity within Th at make s m e n gre at if th e y but will it ; Go d i h wh o e w in works w t all dar to , And th e tim e com e th to re ve al it . ’ ’ i e s tis c i T s c oming y , om ng

F e e d th e d e i th e r om spots k ll y brav s, Ye t in our m e morie s live th e Sle e pe rs h h e d i i e e th e a e And , t oug doom m ll ons f d gr v s ’ u e h e ce r e d -h d D g by d at s fi r , an e d re ape rs , Th e world will not fore ve r h o w ’ h i h c G d e d e To t ngs t at mo k o s own n avour. ’ e h h e o f TiS n e ar r t an t y wot now, Wh e n flowe rs sh all wre ath e th e ir sword for e ve r ’ ’ i e s tis c i Tis com ng y , om ng

’ e i e h e e Frat rn ty , lov s ot r nam , D e h e e - e c e i e i ar , av n conn t d l nk of b ng ; e S w e th d e d e Th n hall grasp y gol n r am , so - s e -se e i As uls , full tatur d , grow far ng OF M SONGS FREEDO . 1 37

d e e Thou sh alt unfol our b tt r part , And in our life - cup yie ld more h one y ; ’ i h th e M e Ligh t up w t joy Poor an s h art, ’ L e d i h s i e e s n n And ov s own worl w t m l s mor u y . ’ ’ e s tis c i Tis coming y , om ng

’ A it c e Th e h e y, must om tyrant s t ron c i i h h o t e s e d Is rumbl ng , w t our t ars ru t ’ Th e sword e arth s migh ty h ave l e ant on e e i h be o c ed Is cank r d, w t our st blo d rust . Room fo r th e m e n o f mind Make way b e e — e e You ro b r rul rs, paus no long r You cannot stay th e O pe ning day Th e d th e i h s s r e worl rolls on , l g t grow t ong r ’ ’ Th e Pe opl e s Ad ve nt s comin g

-D ND TO -M RR TO AY A O OW.

H IGH h ope s th at burne d like stars sublime ’ O i th e e e o f F e e d G down H av n r om, And true h e arts pe rish in th e time ’ We bitte r lie st n e e d e m But n e ve r sit w e d own a n d say ’ Th e re s noth ing le ft but sorrow We th e i d e e s 0 - walk W l rn s T day, T - Th e Promise d Land O morrow.

O u r birds O f song a r e sil e nt now ; Fe w a r e th e flowe rs blooming if i in th h Ye t l e s e froze n boug , ’ An d Fre e d om s Spring is coming ; 1 s OF M 3 SONGS FREEDO .

’ F ee d id e e e And r om s t cr ps up alway, Though w e may stra nd in sorrow

a - TO - And our good Bark , ground day, S h i - all float aga n To morrow.

’ Tis e h i e e w ary watc ng wav by wav , An d ye t th e tid e h e ave s onward ; We i i e e e cl mb, l k corals, grav by g rav , Th at pave a path way sunward W a re d i e b c fo r e r v n a k , our ne xt fray e e e h A n w r str ngt to borrow, h e e th e c TO - d a And w r Vanguard amps y, Th e Re h e TO - ar s all r st morrow .

h h th e i h O f e a T roug all long , dark n g t y rs ’ Th e e e ce e p opl s cry as nd th , e h is w e t i h a n d e And art w t blood t ars, e e k ffe ce e e h But our m su ran nd t . Th e fe w S fo r e e hall not v r sway, Th e many moil in sorrow Th e Powe rs O f H e ll a re strong TO - day i - O u r K ngdom com e TO morrow .

’ d o e r th e e e Th ough h e arts broo Past , our y s With smiling Future s glist e n ; th e S ie For, 10 our day bursts up k s, i Le a n out your souls a n d l st e n . ’ Th e is i F e e world roll ng r dom s way, And ripe ning with h e r sorrow Take h e art ; who be ar th e Cross TO - d a y

- S hall we ar th e crown TO morrow .

F M 1 40 SONGS O FREEDO .

Fling out th e r e d Banne r in mountain and vall e y Le t Earth fe e l th e tre ad Of th e Fre e once again ; No w ie Li e e o n e e sold rs of b rty mak mor rally, n O ld Earth ye a rn s to know th at h e r ch ild re n a r e Me . We a r e e e h d i a n d n rv d by a t ousan wrongs, burn ng ble e ding ; h u h ea i h th e o d D ee d s s Bold T o g ts l p to b rt , but b l mu t c om e ; ’ An d h i i a n d e d i w e re ve r Human ty s ye arn ng pl a ng ,

- On e battle for Libe rty strik e we he art h om e .

Fling out th e re d Banne r ach ie ve me n ts immortal Have ye t to be won by th e h ands labour - brown ; h fe e e th e d i - Th oug w of us nt r prou prom se portal , Ye t w e ar it in th ough t like a g lorious Crown 0 joy of th e onse t sound trumpe t ! array us ; True h e arts would le ap up we re all h e ll in our path ; th e e - wh o i e h Up , up from slav land ; st rr t to stay us,

Sh o ld in Re d S e a Of h . all fall, as of , a wrat

F i th e r e d e 0 l ng out Bann r , Sons of th e morning S i i i i i i Young p r ts awa t ng to burst nto w ngs, We h - c e bu t i e is th e i stand s adow rown d , subl m warn ng, ’ h e e i h h e a n d th e i d o f All av n s gr mly us d , B r Storm Sings . ’ ” ’ l e i h th e S e e Al s w ll , sa t ntry on Tyranny s tow r , Wh il e Hope by h is watch - fi r e is gre y and t e ar -blind ’ ’ A e F e e d h h y, all s w ll r om s Altar burns, our by our, i th e fi re - i h h i h r L ve brands for damp w t w c ye a e min e d .

F i th e re d e th e i e i h l ng out Bann r Patr ots p r s , But wh e re th e ir bone s wh ite n th e se e d strike th root Th e ir blood hath run r e d th e gre at h arve st to ch e rish : N o w h e e Re e a n d e th e f i g at r y , ap rs, garn r ru t . SONGS OF FREEDOM 1 4 1

Victory ! victory ! Tyrants a re quaking ! Th e Titan o f Toil from th e b loody th rall starts ; Th e S e a r e i th e - i h is e i lav s awak ng , dawn l g t br ak ng , Th e footfall of Fre e dom be ats quick at our h e arts

’ T HE MEN F R - O FO TY E IG HT.

’ HE e in F ee e i T Y ros r dom s rar sunr se , Lik e Giants rouse d from wine ; And in th e ir h e arts and in th e ir e ye s Th e Go d l e ape d up divine h e i h e d e T r souls flas out , nak d as swords Unsh e ath e d fo r fie ry fat e Stre ngth we nt like battle with th e ir word s ’ m e Of F - e i Th e n orty ght . Hurrah ’ Fo r h e m e n Of F - e i h t orty g t .

h i s h e o t h e i i T e K ng av g t r Crown aga n , An d blood - r e d re v e l cup ; ’ v e th e i i Th e y bound T tan down aga n , i - An d h e ape d h s grave mound up . ’ i h e i e h h ie e h But st ll l v s, t oug bur d n at Th e i — lie s in i mounta n , T wa t, H e art -stifl ed h e ave s and trie s to br eath e ’ h - e i h Th e bre at of Forty g t . Hurrah ’ - i h Fo r th e m e n of Forty e g t . 1 2 ON OF M 4 S GS FREEDO .

D h e e e t in th e i e ark days av fall n , y str f We h a te h e b i e no op su l m , An d e k th e e i e brav ly wor s xultant l f , Th e ir h e arts pulse d th rough th e time AS is e e grass gre n st trod de n d own , h i ff i e T e r su e r ng mak s m e n gre at , And th is d ark tid e sh all rich ly crown ’ Th e F -e i h work of orty g t . Hurrah ’ Fo r th e m e n F -e i h of orty g t .

S o e in i e e m a bloody bur al sl p , Li e G e e e k r ks to glory gon , But in th e ir ste ps ave nge rs l e a p With th e ir proof- armour on And h e arts be at high with d auntle ss trust i h e To tr ump soon or lat , Though th e y b e mould e ring d own in d ust Th e m e n O f Fo rty- e igh t Hurrah ’ f F - i h Fo r th e m e n o orty e g t .

0 wh e n th e World wake s up to worst e i Th e Tyrants onc aga n , ’ - h Sh s An d Fre e dom s summons s out all bur t , i th e i Rare mus c on bra n , Old Tr u e h e a r ts i in d st ll , many a lan , You will find th e m all e late o f h S - Brave re mnant t at partan band , ’ - i Th e m e n o f Forty e ght. Hurrah ’ f F t - i h Fo r th e m e n O or y e g t.

1 OF M 4 4 SONGS FREEDO .

H T MAR Y O WI T.

— 1799 1888.

“ B l a n d er P e m ! a lads oth o s ,

T HE R D T HE O R ICH AN P O .

HE d m e h e ch i d T Y tol , w n I was a l , I was Of English birth Th e y calle d a fre e - born English man Th e noble st man on e arth .

h h i h m e n th e I t oug t all r c good , poor ’ Conte nt with life s award I th ough t e ach ch urch th rough out th e land e e th e L d A t mpl of or .

I saw th e h ig h -born and th e poor Lo w - e i Si e b Sid e b nd ng d y , ’ An d th e me e k bish op s h oly hand s Diffuse a bl e ssing wid e

An d round and round th e sacre d pile M f y re ve r e nt ancy we nt , Till Go d and good King G e orge at once i e W thin my h e a rt we re bl nt. OF F E D /l 1 SONGS RE O I. 45

h e s e e e o f i ce ce T w r my days nno n , Of ignorance a n d mirth Wh e n my wild h e art l e apt up in joy E i h Of my pure ngl s birth .

Oh ! E d h e E d nglan , mot r nglan , e Of h i i m e n Proud nurs t r v ng , ’ I v e l e arne d to look on many thing s With oth e r e ye s Sin ce th e n

’ ’ I v e l e arned d ive rs l e ssons Have se e n and h e ard a n d th ough t ; And ofte ntim e s th e true st lore h w h By uman o e was taug t .

d h e h i d Prou was I , w n I was a c l , To b e Of English birth Fo r I sure ly th ough t th e English -born Ha d not a care on e arth .

h e e h e T at was my cr d w n I was young, It is my cre e d no more ; ’ Fo r w e m e h I kno , wo s t e d iffe re n ce n o w e i th ich a n d B tw xt e r poor. 1 46 SONGS OF FREED OM

TH OMAS L O VE PE A C O CK

— 1785 1866.

R RICH AND PO OR : O R SAINT AND S INNE .

’ THE poor man s Sins a re glaring th e f ce o f h i In a g ostly warn ng, He is caugh t in th e fa ct Of an ove rt a ct i i Buy ng gre e ns on Sund ay morn ng.

’ Th e rich man s sins a re h idd e n In th e pomp o f we alth a n d station And e scape th e sigh t O f th e ch i e O f i h ldr n l g t , o a r i in i Wh e w se th e ir ge n e rat on .

Th e rich man h as a kitch e n And cooks to dre ss h is dinn e r ; Th e poor wh o would roas t ’ th e e To bak r s must post , n d h c e Si A t us be om s a nne r .

Th e ich h a s e r man a c llar, An d a butle r r e ady by h im Th e po or must ste e r Fo r h is pint Of b e e r ’ Wh e re th e saint can t ch oose but Spy him .

1 s O OF M 4 S NGS FREEDO .

R OBER T BARN ABA S B R O U GH — 1828 1860.

' “ L Ou rn a lis t w i i ! A ondon and play r g ht . H s satirical Song s o f th e C a ve g Classe s appe are d i n

MY LO RD M D TO NO DY.

’ MY L d o m n o d d s th e o f E or T y son an arl , i h i h i His h air is stra ght , but s w sk e rs curl ’ i L h i e h e is f i H s ords p s for ad far rom w de , ’ h e e e th e i i id But t r s pl nty of room for bra ns ns e . H i e h is e i h i d iffe e e e e wr t s nam w t n r nt as , ’ ’ ” s h e ce i th e d s He rat r un rta n about , h e it e if h e e o n e But w at do s matt r, t r or , ’ To th e Earl of Fitzd o tte r e l s e ld e st son ?

M L c e e e y ord Tomnoddy to oll g w nt , M ch i e h e ch e h e e u t m lost , mu mon y sp nt R e i e h e e ul s , and w ndows, and h ads, brok ’ Auth oritie s w in k d — youn g m e n will joke ’ He n e ve r pe e p d insid e o f a b ook ’ In two ye ars time a d e gre e h e took And th e ne wspape rs vaunte d th e h onours won ’ Ea o f Fitz d o tte re l s e d By th e rl l e st son .

M L d e in th e y ord Tomno dy cam out world , ’ ’ VVa istS e e ti h te n d a n d i e cu rl d w r g , r ngl ts . ’ ’ n u ish d mil Virgins la g , and matrons s d ’ Ti e h is L h i is h e i d s tru , ords p rat r w l SONGS OF FREEDOM 1 49

In v e ry que e r place s h e spe nd s h is life ’ ’ e e o f e i e b ife Th r s talk som ch ldr n , by no ody s w ’ But w e mustn t look close into wh at is done ’ th e E o f Fitz d o tte r e l s e d By arl l e st son .

My Lord Tomnod d y must se ttl e down ’ Th e re s a vacant se at in th e family town ’ ( Tis time h e sh ould sow h is e cce ntric oats) ’ He h asn t th e wit to apply fo r vote s ’ H e e n e h is e e i S e ch e can not l arn l ct on pe , Th re e ph ras e s h e spe aks— a mistake in e ach And th e n bre aks down — but th e borough is wo n ’ Fo r th e E Fitzd o tte re l s e d arl of l e st son .

e e th e d My Lord Tomnoddy pr f rs Guar s, ’ (Th e House is a bore ) SO — it s on th e c ard s ’ M L d Lie e e - h e e y or s a ut nant at tw nty t r , A Captain at twe nty - six is h e e d e ce i He ne ve r dr w swor , x pt on dr ll Th e tricks Of parade h e h a s l e arnt but ill A full -blown Col o ne l at thirty- o n e ’ Is th e Earl of Fitzd o tte re l s e ld e st so n

My Lord Tomnod dy is th irty - four ; E c a f Th e arl n last but a e w ye ars more . My Lord in th e Pe e rs will take h is place ’ H e r M e c i h is i aj sty s ounc ls words w ll grace . ’ ffi e h h d O c e ll ol , and patronage sway ; Fortun e s and live s h e will vote away And wh at a re h is qualifications — O N E ’ ’ He s th e Earl of Fitzd o tte re l s e ld e st so n . SONGS OF FREEDOM

E EM A G NTL AN .

HERE is d in th e E i h e T a wor ngl s tongu , ’ h e e I d h e it e e W r rat r w r not , Fo r Sh a n d ie it h e ams l s from av sprung, h e rn e e a n d h o And artbu s fi rc t. ’ Tis a tawd ry cloak for a d irty soul ’ Tis a e a san c tuary b s , Whe re th e fo ol and th e knave th e mse lves may save F n d i rom justice a d sgrace . ’ Tis a curse to th e land — d e ny it wh o ca n ? ’ h f- e T at se l sam boast , I m a ge ntle man !

It m e ans (if a m e aning d e finite ’ Ca n be fi x d to th e th ing at all) e - cu t c e A w ll oat , a faultl ss boot, ’ A hand th at s wh ite a n d small ; ’ ’ h e e -br u sh d a n d Shi e -wa sh d A ad w ll , a rt w ll , A lazy h e artle ss stare ; S e e i e h s d s om st rl ng pounds , or a nam t at oun e i i ir With th e tru patr c an a . Th e se a r e all you want— d e ny it wh o ca n ? TO attain th e rank Of a ge ntle man !

i h h se c a i e e e But w t t o l ms you may tak your as , An d e ife h h loung your long l t roug , i h i i c e e e h h W t out stra n ng a mus l , a n rv , or a t oug t , F o r th e world will work for you .

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Th e d s be fe i e a n d ich th e l d e lan mu t rt l , r g a , To ple asure h is d a inty wh im ; An d i h o f h e s h e d e tr ump s art , t at y ar av ma , i h im Must be ke pt as de for , ’ E i th e i ie at ng all , to nat on s gr f, h is th e e e f A ungry plant strawb rry l a .

h e c e e e h fo r h e e Wi Sure r p t on ( w ars no ngs, But a slow Old coach is h e ) ick h e fi n d e th h o w i h h e c i How qu ly , t g tly l ngs 0 o h i h e e h e be T go d t ngs , w e r v r t y . An d e d i h is e i th e spr a ng t ndr ls along ground , E ch i h e e e a labour ng foot nslav s, h h e h i e d And joyously ug s, as t r v s aroun , ’ o f Th e mould d e ad warriors g rave s . F i h i id d e h a n d ie f lour s ng on , am st at gr , o is is th e s e A p onous plant trawbe rry l af.

But a garde n fair to be ove rrun i h i e e e e W t a nox ous troubl som w d , ’ Si th e d e e ill d e Is a gn of gar n r s work on , e e ie d b e i h e And must r m d w t spe d . O th e f e ch be d a n d S , torn by roots rom a tre e , i h e e And nto t bonfir cast , e th e h i e ch c e b e To blaz on dung ll , p r an , may ’ f Th e strawbe rry s ate at last . ike in i e -u h e Burnt l straw , a p l d p s af, ’ We llh a ilth e smoke from th e stra wb e r ryle a f SONGS OF FREE D OM 1 53

LG R DEC L M VU A A ATION .

A LESSON FO R T H E O N G Y U .

Bu t Sir I d o e a i th e a n a e we e e d , , prot st g a nst l g u g hav h ar n M mb w h o h a is v i f m t h e Ho . e e s e t o th e e n ng ro r , thoug ht prop r min g le w it h hi s Ob se rva tions a n d com m e nts a deal o f w hat I must ca vu g a r de c a m a tion ag a inst t h e ari stoc racy o f this ”ll— l l c I.OR D PALMERS TON . ountry .

Y if F in M son , ate store for you ’ h d h th e d S oul ave won rous bounty, To le t you live to re pre se n t A borough or a county ’ d h e d o e I av you your duty w ll , cc d i to i A or ng your stat on , ’ d o r i h And guar , e all , aga nst t e u se O f LGAR DEC LAMATION VU .

’ I h ope you ll n e ve r te ll th e House ’ That all m e n s righ ts a re e qual Th at w o e to Nations still must be ’ Of Monarch s Wars th e se qu e l ; O r th at a paupe r ca n b e found In all th e British nation ’ Fo r if d o be cc e d you , you ll a us f LGAR D EC LAMAT ION O VU .

id i s th e h ch Avo allus on to C ur , E ce i e e i e it x pt , nd d , to pra s ; D ’ i i i h ’ on t ra l aga nst a B s op s pay , But give your vot e to raise it ; OF SONGS FREEDOM .

’ Don t say that forty poun d s a y e ar Is scant re mun e ration Fo r i e e be c e work ng cl rg ym n , aus ’ LGAR D EC LAMAT IO N That s VU .

Th e i ce e is a e Pr n of Wal s just your g , Toge th e r you will grow u p ; ’ e e ife H ll soon want mon y and a w , ’ D on t— wh e n th e time come s— blow His i h marr age grant , owe ve r gr e at, O r h e avy on th e nation Th at stinting prince s is th e worst G A E L N O f VU L R D C AMAT IO .

And th e n wh e n c ommon soldie rs c laim i h o f e h a n d Th e r s are w alt glory , An d d th e i a ll th e i e gru ge l ons pr z , ’ Don t y ou tak e up th e story . An d as fo r giving working m e n d e e h e i i I as abov t r stat on , ’ i i i e T s pos t v ly wrong, as we ll LG AR D EC LAMAT IO N As VU .

An d — if e b e e , lastly som no l nam ’ Sh ould g e t by ch ance mix d up in e d c e e d e h Som awkwar as of starv d to at , r i cu in O arse n c , a p , h h it a n d h e e Just us up , op , at l ast , ’ Th e re s som e e xagge ration ’ ’ fo r e e ke i d But don t , H av n s sa , n ulge AR D E LAMAT I N In VU LG C O .

1 59 SONGS OF FREEDOM

0 Happy Land ! Th e th i n smok e cu r le th th roug h th e frosty a ir ; Th e ligh t smile s from th e windows : h e ark e n th e re ’ th e h i d si e h Old To w te gran r s tale of e roe s , - To fla m e eye d liste ne rs told . h h L d 0 appy, appy an !

L d 0 Happy, Happy an ! Th e te nd e r -foliage d ald e rs scarce ly sh ad e Yo d h i id n loite ring love r and gla blus ng ma . 0 h appy Land ! th e spring that quicke ns th e e Is h i uman l be rty . h h L n d ! 0 appy, appy a

T HE M N CO I G DAY.

THE d a h e w e a re e e e h e e e h h y w n fr m n all , w n v r t at s all

be . Will sure ly b e th e worth ie st th at e arth ca n e ve r se e h e h is e - e e b e f W n man unto f llow man , what v r may all , d th e o f fe h i L e is o f Hol s out palm llows p, and ov lord all ’ Wh e n man and woman h and in h and along life s path 0 way 8 . ‘ An d th e days of human joy e clipse th e sorrow long ago .

Th e h e n we a re e e e h e e ri h s day w fr m n all , w n qual g t and laws ’ h h o f h id d S all ru le th e co mmon we alt e art , am a worl s applause ; F M 1 SONGS O FREEDO . 57

h e e i h a n d d ie s c i th e e c e W n qual r g ts ut la m qual ar of all , An d man as man be ne ath h igh h e ave n assum e s h is coronal h e th e D a e e co s is c e h e th e r W n y of P nt t om , w n poo ’ man s h e arth sh all b e th e e -fi r o f e ce a n d Li An altar for b acon e P a berty .

T d a h e we a r e e e n th e d a h e h e y w n fre m all , y w n th ough ts a re fre e To trave l as th e wind s of h e ave n toward th e ir d e stiny ; Wh e n is sove re ign of h imse lf a n d to h imse lf th e . man prIe st An d cro whe d Wisd om s re cognise th e manh ood of th e le ast . h e Go d h i i h ma n a n d r i co n T n s all walk aga n w t , f u tful ve rse grow i i As in th e morn Of Parad se a lon g t m e ago .

But h olie r still sh all b e th e d a y wh e n h uman h e arts sh all d are e e e e o n e c e th e c n i To kn l b for ommon Hop , ommo to l to h e s ar ’ L e Sh h o ff e e w i h Wh e n ov all t row h is armour , to wr stl t th e Fe ar, Th e S e lfi sh n e ss which is th e se al upon th e s e pulch re . th e i f h th e i i e h e i Hark to vo ce s O t e Ye ars, spr ngt d of t r gle e ’ e Love h afb o e rco me th e proph e cy ; Humanity is fr e . 1 5s SONGS OF FREED OM

EN E PATI C .

T i w ic fi e e d in th e I i N a tio n h a s ! h s poem, h h rst app ar r sh be e w n t ib e in e l e i s A bi n ro g ly at r ut d, som co l ct on , to rch shop T en r ch. ]

BE ie 0 be ie ! Ou r ea r i s th e pat nt , pat nt Put y aga n t e arth ; ’ Liste n th e re h o w n oise l e ssly th e ge rm O th e se ed h a s birth ; How noise le ssly a n d ge ntly it uph eave s its little way il it th e c c e - e d a n d th e d e T l parts s ar ly brok n groun , bla stan d s up in th e d a y

Be a ien 0 be ie n th e e s Of i h h h p t t , pat t g rm m g ty t oug t M h e i i d h d e d ust h ave t r s le n t un e rgrowt , must un rgroun be wrough t ’ e h e e e h e th e But, as sure as e v r t r s a Pow r t at mak s grass e app ar , O u r h be re e i h Li e th e d e - i e land s all g n w t b rty, bla t m Sh be h e all re.

Be ie O be ie n ! a n d ch th e h e - e pat nt, pat t go wat w at ars grow S O impe rCe ptibly th at ye ca n mark n o r ch ange nor th roe D a f e f e i th e e a r is y a t r day, day a t r day , t ll fully grown ; And th e n again day afte r d a y till th e ripe ne d fie ld is

brown .

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Li e e e - fla i k a t mp st g unfurl ng , Li e f k a bark rom h arbour swirling, S ee th e ch e h i i w ps tor , fore v r w rl ng, Libe rty l Libe rty

ss i e e h d h d Pa l k lov from an to an , Libe rty Libe rty ch th e h s O f e e Tou e art v ry land , Libe rty Libe rty Till th e tongued flame e clipse Th e e d o f c i i i m lo y l ng ng l ps , i i i d it T ll th e wh rlw n outstrips, Libe rty Libe rty !

ss th e ch h n d h d Pa tor from a to an , Libe rty Libe rty ! ss th e e n d Pa flam from la d to lan , Libe rty ! Libe rty s we e e th As an e agle p by, AS t e h h th e h e stars l ap t roug sky, R sh e h e c - u t on our b a on cry , Libe rty Libe rty

S e e d th e ch h h p tor from and to and , Libe rty Libe rty f r Fe ed th e fire s o e ve y land , Libe rty Libe rty ’ i h e h u n ch e e r d h be T ll no art s all , ’ Till on Lo ve s broad altar w e Ligh te n up Ete rnity Libe rty Libe rty SONGS OF FREED OM 1 61

E R ND H A T A WI LL.

’ O U R England s h e art is so un d a s oak ; Ou r English will is firm ; h h i F And t roug our act ons re e dom spoke , ’ In History s proude st te rm : h e e h o h W n Blak was lord from s ore t S ore, An d e e d th e d Cromw ll rul lan , ’ An d Milton s word s we re sh ie ld s of powe r ’ To stay th e oppressor s h an d .

’ O u r E n d h e is e t a s s n d ngla s art y ou , As firm our English will ; ’ ’ b e h e co wl d cro wn d And tyrants , t y or , h d e i S all fi n us f arl e ss st ll . h h e b e in h is And t oug our Van tomb, ’ h h Ha m d e n s is T oug p blood cold , Th e ir spirits live to l e ad our d oom in h d As t e ays of old .

’ Ou r England s h e art is stout as oak ; O u r English will as brave AS wh e n indignant Fre e d om spoke E i ’ i From l ot s pr son grave . i t i n An d clos ng ye aga n with Wro g, A world in arms Shall se e O u r Eng land fore most o f th e Strong An d first amon g th e Fre e . F M 1 62 SONGS O FREEDO .

A TE R A AGE AN D R W L S V L O . — 1775 1864 .

R NN DE TY A ICI .

DAN GER is n o t in c i in s h a t on, but lot ; By sloth alone we lose u r h ce a n d h h O stre ngt , our substan , , far more t an bo t , d f th M Th e gue r on O e use . Me n kill with out compunc tion h awk a n d kite ; To save th e fold e d flock Th e y ch ase th e wily lu n d e re r of th e n igh t ’ h i e m a n d O e r t ck t , ars rock . Sac re d no longe r is O u r Lord th e wolf ' N o r c ro wn d is c roc o d ile : And sh all ye worship on th e Ba ltick Gulph Th e re fuse O f th e Nile ? ’ Among th e myriad m e n o f m u r d e r d Sire s IS th e re not o n e still le ft Wh om wrong s and ve ngea nce urge wh e n virtue fire s ? O n e conscious h o w b e re ft Of is h e o f i e h e all country , k ndr d , om ’ He d o o m d , to drag along ’ O f f h d Th e dray se r dom , or t ro lan s to roam Th at mock an unknown tongue A be tte r faith was th e irs th an pulpits pre ach th e d Wh o struck tyrant own , Wh o taugh t th e brave h o w patriot brand s ca n reach An d crush th e proud e st crown .

1 6 O OF M 4 S NGS FREEDO .

B R N IN R OBER T O W G. — 1812 1891 .

THE L LE D R OST A E .

ST h n u Of i e h e e JU for a a df l s lv r l ft us, Just fo r a riband to stick in h is co at F d th e o n e if h ich e e e oun g t of w fortun b r ft us, Lo st all th e oth e rs sh e le ts us d e vote h e i h th e d i e d e d h im Si e T y, w t gol to g v , ol out lv r, S o much was th e irs wh o so little allowe d How all o u r coppe r h a d gon e for h is se rvice R s— e e h e e h is h e h a d e e d ag w r t y purpl , art b n prou We h h a d e h im f e d h im h e d him t at lov d so, ollow , onour , Li e d in h is i d i ce e v m l and magn fi nt e y , Le n e d h is ea u e c h h is e ar gr t lang ag , aug t cl ar acc e n ts, Mad e h im our pa tte rn to live a n d to d ie Sh ke e e Mi fo r a sp ar was of us, lton was us, s Sh e e e e i h u s - h e ch i Burn , ll y, w r w t , t y wat from th e r g rave s H b e k th e a n d th e f e e e alone r a s from van r e m n , He alone sin ks to th e re ar a n d th e slave s !

’ We h l ch s e i — n o t h his e s ce s al mar pro p r ng, t ro pr e n ; i i i u S — h is S ongs may nsp r t , not from lyre ; Dee i be d e — h i e h e s h is ie sce ce ds w ll on , w l boa ts qu n , Still bid d ing cro uch wh om th e re st bad e aspire SONGS OF FREEDOM 1 65

his n e h e re co d o n e s e Blot out am , t n , r lost oul mor , O n e e e c i e o n e e f h d task mor d l n d , mor ootpat untro , ’ n e e d e i - i h a n d O mor v l s tr ump sorrow for ange ls , n o n e e i O e wrong more to man , mor nsult to Go d ’ Life s nigh t be gins : le t h im n e ve r c om e back to us h e e b e h e i i a n d i T r would doubt , s tat on pa n , F e d i e — th e i e i i h orc pra s on our part gl mm r of tw l g t , N e ve r glad confide nt morning again — e h e w e h h im i e n B st fig t on w ll , for taug t str k galla tly, Me nace our h e art e r e w e maste r h is own ; h e le t h im e e i e th e n e w e d e a n d i T n r c v knowl g wa t us, d e d in h e th e th e th Par on ave n , first by rone . 1 66 SONGS OF FREEDOM .

WILLIAM ALLIN GHAM — 1828 1889 .

T HE TO UCHSTO NE.

MAN h e e ca e wh e e e c d e A t r m , nc non oul t ll , Be aring a Touch ston e in h is h and ; And te ste d all th ings in th e land e By its une rring sp ll .

Quick birth of tran smutation smote Th e i f th e i fa r to oul, foul to fa r ; e i e d id h e e Purpl e nor rm n spar , d a No r scorn th e usty c o t .

f h e i e e i e d h O rloom j w ls , pr z so muc , e e ch e h i a n d d W r many ang d to c ps clo s , And e ve n statue s o f th e god s d e e h its h Crumble b n at touc .

h i th e e e c ie T e n angr ly p opl r d , Th e loss outwe igh s th e profit far ; O u r good s suffi ce us as th e y a re ” l t h h ri d We wi l n o ave t e m t e .

1 68 SONGS OF FREED OM .

HE N R Y D A VJD TH ORE A (L

— 1817 1862.

I ND EPENDEN CE .

MY life more c ivil is a n d fre e h ci i i T an any v l pol ty .

Y i e e pr n ce s , k e p your re alm s An d circu m sc rib d é powe r , No t id e a r e d e w as my r ams , o r i h is h i N r c as t s h our .

What ca n ye give wh ich I have not ? Wh at ca n ye tak e which I h ave got ? Can ye d e fe nd th e dange rl e ss ? Can ye inh e rit nak e dn e ss

’ e i e e a r is d f To all tru wants t m s e a , Pe nurious State s le nd no re lie f i f O u t of th e r p e l . But a fre e soul— th ank Go d i Can h e lp tse lf.

Be sure your fate D h e e its s e ot k p apart tat , N o t i e i h l nk d w t any band , E e th e e in th e d v n nobl st lan , SONGS OF FREEDOM 1 69

In te n te d fie ld s with c loth of gold O d h h N place ot old , is e ch i h h e a r But mor valrous t an t y e , An d sigh e th fo r a noble r war ; e i its e i A fin r stra n trump t r ng s, i h e e its flin A br g t r gl am armour g s.

Th e ife h i e i e l t at I asp r to l v , N O man pr Opo se th m e No trade upon th e stre e t

We ars its e mblazonry . ' I c> O OF OM 7 S NGS FREED .

EMIL Y BR ONTE.

— 1818 1848.

D T HE O L STOIC.

C HES h d in i h e e e RI I ol l g t st m , And Love I laugh to scorn ; o f e d e And lust fam was but a r am , h i h e d i h th e m o m T at van s w t .

An d if th e e I pray , only pray r That move s my lips fo r m e Le e th e h e h e Is, av art t at now I b ar,

And give m e libe rty .

i d e h e i Yes , as my sw ft ays n ar t r goal ’ Tis all th at I implore ; h h i In life a n d d e at a c a nl e ss soul , With courag e to end ure .

1 2 M 7 SONGS OF FREEDO .

h e h fo r h e e e s n e T y foug t not t ms lv alo , th e i h s a ll But for r g t of , Of e e c e c e i e v ry ast , ompl x on , zon , O n this te rrestrial ball Go d h e e h e i h i h e To t y mad t r g app al , h e in d i In op , not smay ; Fo r we ll th e y truste d He would se al Th e ir In d e pe nd e nce d a y

Th e ir c re e d h o w just— th e ir c re e d h o w grand ALL MEN ARE EQ U AL BORN ! Le t th ose wh o cannot und e rstand Th is truth be laugh e d to scorn h e e s th e in h ich w e i e C r for land w l v , Th e e e th e i th e fr , fa r , gay ’ An d h e arty th anks to H e ave n we ll give Fo r Ind e pe nd e nce d a y

PART II.

0 GOD ! what mo c ke ry is this ! O u r land h o w lost to sh ame We ll may all Europe j e e r and hiss At m e ntion o f h e r name Fo r h ile Sh e b o f Libe , w oasts rty, ’ ’ N e ath Slave ry s iron sway h e e i i o f h e r e e lie T r m ll ons p opl , O n Ind e pe nd e nce day

h e h e i e S may not, must not , t us r jo c , N o r o f h e r triumph s te ll ’ h e d b e th e c h d e i ice Hus annon s t un r ng vo , An d muffl e d e ve ry be ll OF 1 SONGS FREEDO M. 73

Di e d in e s e in th e d ssolv t ar , pron ust, Fo r e le t h e r m rcy pray , Th at judgme nts on h e r may n o t burst On Inde pe nd e nce d a y

Lo wh e re h e r starry banne r wave s In many a grace ful fold h e e i e e d a n d h e r e T r to l , and bl , groan slav s, An d m e n i e e a re d , l k brut s, sol He r h a r e r e d i h im i ands w t cr son sta ns, And bloody is h e r way Sh e ie th e h sh e e ch i s w lds las , forg s a n , n d O Ind e pe n e nce day .

F ie n d r c n r o f ce r s of you ou t y , your ra , f F a n d o d O re e dom , of G i e e i e ff ce Comb n , Oppr ss on to a , ’ An d br e ak th e tyrant s r o d ce i ice e e All tra s of njust sw p, By moral powe r , away ; ’ Th e n a glorious jubil e e w e ll k e e p O n Ind epe n d e n ce d a y F FRE E D AI 1 74 SONGS O O .

TO AN ELOQU ENT ADVOCATE OF IND IAN R G S I HT .

’ IF e s e h h d e unto marbl tatu s t ou a st spok n , O r ic h e e e d e y arts cong al by polar y ars , Th e stre ngth of thy pure e loque nce h a d broke n Its ge ne rous h e at had m e lte d th e m to te ars h i h e d h a d e e i - e W c p arly rops b n a ra nbow tok n , id i th e r e d m n h e h e i f B d ng e soot t r gloomy e ars.

f i h h a d I Honour , Just ce , Trut , not forsake n Th e e ce h l e h e i i h e plac on al ow d as t r br g t abod , h f h f i h a d e h e T e ait o Tre at e s n e ve r b e n s ak n , O u r country would h ave ke pt th e trust sh e owe d No r Viole nce nor Tre ach e ry h a d take n h ’ d d Away th ose rig ts wh ich Nature s Go be stowe .

Fru itle ss thy migh ty e fforts— vain appe aling ’ r i ice h To g asp ng Avar , t at ne e r re le nts ; e h h e e is e i To Party Pow r, t at s am l ssly st al ng , i i - i e h e e il i Band tt l k , w at v r spo t sce nts b e i e h is e f o i To as Intr gu , clov n o t re ve al ng, ’ h in e h i i T at struts Hon sty s ab l me nts .

O u r ce e e i e is h land , on gr n as Parad s , oary, ’ E e n in its i h i e youth , w t tyranny and cr m ; ’ i i o f f ic is Its so l w th blood A r s sons gory , Wh ose wrong s Ete rnity can t e ll — not Time ’ Th e e e h e th e d i o r r dman s wo s s all sw ll amn ng st y , To be reh e arse d in e v e ry a g e a n d clime !

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U i h e d a h i e nt l t at y ar, y, our arr v , If life be give n ’ With h e ad and h e art a n d h and I ll strive e th e d th e To br ak e rod , and r n e gyv , Th e S i e h i e e i e po l r of s pr y d pr v , S O witne ss H e ave n An d e e f ch e n n v r rom my os post, ’ h e th e i W at e r per l or th e cost , B d ri e e v n .

E F R THE EN L D HOP O S AVE .

Y E wh o in n d i bo age p ne , h i h d i i S ut out from l g t v ne , Be re ft o f h ope ; h se i a re i h h i W o l mbs worn w t c a ns, h se e e e i W o t ars b d w our pla ns, h e d i W os bloo our glory sta ns, In gloom wh o grop e

Sh fo r th e h d i h out our raws n g , That give s you libe rty ! An d f th e u rom d st , S O n i e e b e lo g your v l m rac , r i in e e U p s g, tak your plac ’ Among e arth s noble st race ’ Tis rig h t a n d just SONGS OF FREEDOM

Th e i h th e n i h n g t , long , lo g n g t O f i f i h n amy and sl g t , h e d i e S am and sgrac , ’ e e h e e r And slav ry , wors t an ’ f Rome s se r s we re doom e d to be ar, d e c e Bloo y b yond ompar , Re ce d e s apace

i e e Lorn Afr ca , onc mor , d As prou ly as of yore , Sh all ye t be se e n Fore most of all th e e arth e i e h In l arn ng, b auty, wort B i i i h y d gn ty of b rt , A pe e rl e ss Que e n

e e e e d th e h L d Sp d , sp our, 0 or e a n d th d d Sp ak, at y dre a wor , Fe tte rs shall fall From e ve ry limb— th e strong N O e th e h mor e w ak s all wrong, ’ But Libe rty s swe e t son g Be sung by a ll I 1 78 SONGS OF FRE E D OA .

I E L ZABE TH M CHAN D LE R . — 1807 1834.

!Author o f many re lig ious a n d phi lanthropical works ; took a i e i n th e i - l i i prom n nt part ant s ave ry ag tat on. )

L E - R D S AV P O UCE.

’ EAT h e a re Oa te s d li t y for a la y s p, Rich as th e swe e ts th at th e wild be e s Sip ’ Mingle d viand s th at nature h ath po u r d F th e e e e O f h r d rom pl nt ous stor s e flowing boar , ’ Be aring no trac e o f man s c ru e lty— save Th r e d if - O f h i h S e l e drops s uman lave .

Li h e e d a n d i e st t , la y turn as d , i h h i h e f th e e s Of id e W t a loat ng art , rom f a t pr ’ Fo r m ix d i h th e e e e it e , w t pl asant sw ts b ars, th e h i e e i e s Is dd n curs of scald ng t ar , ’ Wrung out from woman s bloodsh ot e ye th e e h o f h e r e By d pt d adly agony .

L ! h e a re e f e i ook t y rob s rom a for gn loom , ’ D e i e i h th e e - e b l cat , l g t , as ros l af s loom ; S tainl e ss and pure in th e ir snowy tint ’ ’ th e if u n m a rk d b f e i As dr t y a ootst p s pr nt . S ure ly such garme nts Sh ould fitting b e ’ Fo r a n d i woma n s softne ss pur ty.

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Fo r h i w e e h e e a d ! a n d e e t s bl ss t , l y may H av n Pour d own its fre u e nt ble ssings on thy brow ; And to th y liqe be give n ft h h its e ch i a O , t roug suns t hours , su bl ss s now Is swe lling round thy h e art— scarce l e ss th an th e irs h h i d a n d Wh o po ur for t ee t e r e e p grate ful praye rs. SONGS OF FREEDOM 1 81

OHN PJE RP ON j T. — 1785 1866.

“ !U nita rian mini ste r a n d a bolitionis t ; author o f Airs o f P le i e a st n , THE N CHAI .

IS it h is d aily toil th at wrings ’ From th e slave s bosom th at d e e p sigh ? Is it h is nig gard fare th at brings Th e te ar into h is d own cast e ye ?

Oh no ; by toil a n d h umbl e fare ’ Earth s sons th e ir h e alth a n d vigour ga in ; It is be cause th e Slave must w e ar His h i c a n .

Is it th e swe at from e ve ry pore h i e in th e T at starts, and gl st ns sun , ’ th e e i o e r As , young cotton b nd ng , His n a ke d back it Sh in e s upon ?

Is it th e drops th at from h is bre ast th e i f f Into th rsty urrows all , c h is d e h im e That s ald soul , ny r st , And turn h is cup o f life to ga ll ? F F E E D IW 1 82 SONGS O R O .

No — h man i h e i ; for , t at w t sw at ng brow S e a t h is e d d h Go d d i hall br a , ot or a n ; ’ Th is th e slave s Spirit doth not h o w ; i i It is h s ch a n .

it ha c h i Is , t t s orc ng sands and skie s Upon h i s ve lve t skin h ave se t ’ h u e d i e In e A , a m r d be auty s e y s , ’ Ge a i i h e e t ? In no s s lks , and pol s d j

No hi c his id e ; for t s olour was pr , ’ Wh e n roa ming o e r h is native plain E e h e e h is h u e ca n h e id e v n r , ab , his ch i But not a n .

o r is i h h is c i N t , t at ba k and l mbs Are c e i h sh s or d w t many a gory ga , h h is h e e e h is i i T at art bl ds , and bra n sw ms , MAN ie b h h h An d th e d s e n e at t e las .

’ ’ Fo r ie e S e Baal s pr sts , on Carm l s lop , The m se lve s with kniv e s and lance ts score d i th e d e — in th e h e T ll bloo spurt d , op Th e god would h e ar wh om th e y adore d

An d Ch ristian fl a g e lla n ts th e ir backs All nake d to th e scourge have give n And martyrs to th e stak e s and racks e e ch ice in h e h e e Hav gon , of o , op of av n

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HE R ' L N FE LL N W. Y O G O FY.

- 1807 1882.

THE RN N WA I G.

EWARE Th e e i e o ld wh o e B Isra l t of , tor Th e i in h is h — h e i d l on pat w n , poor and bl n , He th e e e d i h o f h e e e saw bl ss l g t av n no mor , Sh Of h is e e h a n d f ce d i orn nobl str ng t , or to gr nd i le d f h be In pr son , and at last ort to A pand e r to Ph ilistine re ve lry

Upon th e pillars of th e te mpl e laid His d e e e h d a n d in i h sp rat an s , ts ove rt row De e d h i e a n d i h h im h e wh o d e stroy ms lf, w t t os ma A c ru e l mock e ry o f h is sigh tl e ss w o e Th e i d S e th e ff a n d e o f poor, bl n lav , sco j st all , a n d h us s e i h e in f Expire d , t o and p r s d th e all

i i d S in h is Th e re s a poor, bl n amson t land , h h is e h b in d S orn of str ngt , and ound bon s of o in e i e e i e h is h Wh may, som gr m r v l , ra s and , h e th e i h i e And s ak p llars of t s Commonw al , Till th e vast Te mpl e of our libe rtie s

A sh ape le ss mass of wr e ck a n d rubbish lie s . SONGS OF FREEDOM 1 85

T HE L E’ D R S AV S E AM.

ESID E th e h e e d ice B ungat r r h e lay, His Sickl e in h is h and ; e e h is His br ast was bar , matte d h air

Was burie d in th e sand . i in th e i Sh d S e e Aga n , m st and a ow of l p, h i i L He sa w s Nat ve and.

Wid e th rough th e lan d scape Of his d re ams Th e lord ly Nige r flowe d B e n e ath th e palm - tre e s on th e plain On ce more a king h e strod e And h e ard th e tinkling caravans h - D e sce nd t e mountain road .

He saw once more h is d ark - e ye d que e n Among h e r ch ildre n stand h e c e h is e c h e isse d h i h T y lasp d n k , t y k s c e e ks, The y h e ld h im by th e h and ! ’ e th e e e e i A t ar burst from sl p r s l ds, An d e in o th e d f ll t san .

An d th e n at furious spe e d h e rod e ’ Along th e Nige r s bank His i e - e i e e e ch i br dl r ns w r gold n a ns, i h i C k And , w t a mart al lan , At e ach l e ap h e could fe e l h is scabbard o f ste e l ’ Smiting h is stallion s flan k . 1 6 F M 8 SONGS O FREEDO .

e e h im i e d - r e d fl a B for , l k a bloo g , Th e bright flamingos fl e w F mo m i h e f e h e i i h rom to n ght ollow d t r fl g t , ’ O e r i h e e th e i d e pla ns w r tamar n gr w , i h e th e f o f ff e h T ll saw roo s Ca r uts, An d th e ce se ie o an ro to v w.

i h h e h e d th e i At n g t ar l on roar, th e h e c e And y na s r am , th e i e - h e h e c d h And r v r ors , as ru sh e t e re e d s Be sid e some h idde n stre am An d it se i e i d pas d , l k a glor ous roll of rums , h h h i h f h i d T roug t e tr ump O s re am .

Th f i h h e i i e ore sts , w t t r myr ad tongue s , Sh oute d o f libe rty ; th a Of th e D e e c ie d d And e bl st s rt r alou , i h i e i a n d e e W t a vo c so w ld fr , h h e e in h is S e e s i e d T at start d l p , and m l At th e ir t e mpe stuous gl e e .

’ d id e e th e i e hi He not f l dr v r s w p, N o r th e burning h e at o f day ; Fo r D e h h a d i i e d th e L d S e e at llum n an of l p , And h is life l e ss body lay - fe e h th e A worn out tt r, t at soul Ha d broke n a n d th rown away

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Fre e as our rive rs a r e ce d i O anwar go ng, Fre e as th e bre e ze s a re i Ove r us blow ng .

h e Up to our altars , t n , e e Hast w , and summon e e i e Courag and lov l n ss , Manh ood and woman De e p le t our ple d ge s be Fre e dom fo r e ve r Truc e with O ppre ssion N e o h e ! ve r , , n e v r i h i h if By our own b rt r g t g t , G e e e rant d of H av n , F e e fo r h e a n d li r dom art p, Be th e ple dge give n

w e h e h i e e d h If av w sp r trut , Wh ispe r no longe r e a th e e e d e Sp k as t mp st o s , S te rn e r and stronge r Still h e th e tone s Of truth Loude r and firm e r, Startling th e h augh ty South With th e d e e p murmur ; ’ o d h i h G and our c arte r s r g t, Fre e dom fo r e ve r e i h e i Truc w t oppr ss on, N e e Oh e e ! v r , , n v r F M 1 8 SONGS O FREEDO . 9

TO M SS E A ACHU S TTS .

1844 .

WHAT th ough around th e e blazes N o fi e ry rallying Sign ? F a ll th h i rom y own gh place s, Give h e ave n th e light of th ine h h h h i e d i W at t oug unt r ll , unmov ng , Th e e d state sm n stan apart , An d com e s no warm approving ’ From Mammon s c rowd e d mart .

S i le t th e d be h e n t ll , lan s ak By a summons o f th in e own h f e By all save trut orsak n , d i h h e Why , stan w t t at alon Sh rink not from strife une qual With th e be st is always hope An d e ve r In th e se qu e l Go d h old s th e righ t Sid e up

h i h h i i i But w e n , w t t ne un t ng, i e Com e vo c s long and loud , An d far - Off hills a r e writing Thy fi r e - words on th e cloud ’ Wh e n from Pe nobscot s fountains i h a A d e e p re sponse s e rd , And across th e We ste rn mountains Rolls bac k thy rallying word ; F E /l/I I 9O SONGS O FRE D O .

Sh th i e e f e all y l n of battl alt r, With its allie s just in vie w ? Oh e r h h , by h a t and oly altar, M f be y ath e rland , true Fling abroad th y scrolls o f Fre e dom S pe e d th e m onward fa r and fast e d Ove r h ill and valle y Sp e th e m , ’ Like th e sibyl s on th e blast

Lo th e Empire State is sh aking Th e shackle s from h e r h and With th e ru gge d North is waking Th e le ve l sunse t land n h — th e e e i O t e y c ome , fr battal ons e a n d h h e c e East a n d W st Nort t y om , An d th e h e art -be at of th e million s ’ Is th e be at o f Fre ed om s drum.

’ TO th e tyrant s plot no favour N o h e e d to place -fe d knave s Ba r a n d bo lt th e door for e ve r Against th e land o f slave s e it h E h h e it H ar , mot e r art , and ar , Th e H e ave ns above us spre ad ! Th e d is e — its S i i lan rous d , p r t e e i e d Was sl p ng , but not d a

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Fee d e c e e d fat , y lo usts, f An d in e e i h h e L d , your tass ll d pulp ts , t ank t or ’ h th e i i d e e e d T at , from to l ng bon man s utt r n , Ye i e d p l your own full boar .

o How long, O Lord h w long Sh h ie h e h all suc a pr st ood bart r trut away, An d in e fo r Thy nam , robbe ry and wrong At Thy own altars pray ?

IS not Thy h and stre tch e d forth i i in th e h e e a w e a n d i e ? V s bly av ns , to sm t h th e i i o d th e e h S all not l v ng G of all art , An d h e e e d o i h ? av n abov , r g t

Wo e h e a ll wh o r i d , t n , to g n Th e ir bre th re n o f a c ommon Fath e r d own To all w h o plund e r from th e immortal mind Its brigh t and glorious c rown

Wo e to th e prie sth ood w o e h h e h i e is i h th e ic o d To t ose w os r w t pr e of blo , e e i e i c h i h e P rv rt ng , dark n ng , ang ng , as t y go , Th e se arch ing truth s Of Go d

Th eir glory a n d th e ir migh t Sh all p e rish ; a n d th eir ve ry name Sh all be i e e th e e e in th e i h V l be for all p opl , l g t f ’ i O a world s l be rty .

Oh S e e th e e , p d mom nt on h e e e Li e a n d Lo e W n Wrong shall c as , and b rty v An d Truth and Right th rough out th e e arth be known

As in th e ir h om e above . O OF M S NGS FREEDO .

THE REND ITI ON .

1854.

’ HEARD th e i h i h is e c I tra n s s r ll w tl all, a n e e e e e ch I saw arn st look b s , An d h e h h e e ch rat r by t at look t an sp , M i h d m y ne g bour tol e all .

An d h h Li , as I t oug t of be rty M ch e d h d c ffe d d h o d e d s e e ar an u own t at sw r tr t, Th e solid e arth be ne ath my fe e t Re e e id th e a l d flu as se .

e e i I f lt a se ns of b tte r loss , Sh e e e i f a n d i i h am , t arl ss gr e st fl ng wrat , An d h i if h loat ng fe ar, as my pat e e e ch e d c A s rp nt str t a ross .

e h e id e ce All lov of om , all pr of pla , e e c d e a n d All g n rous onfi n ce trust , Sank smoth e ring in th at d e e p d isgust An d i h d i angu s of sgrace .

D i h i own on my nat ve lls of June , ’ An d h e i i i om s gre e n qu e t , h d ng all Fe ll sud d e n darkn e ss lik e th e fall Of midnigh t upon noon

La w e d i c And , an unloos man a , strong, -d e h h th e e s d Blood runk n , t roug blackn s tro , Hoarse -Sh outing in th e e a r Of Go d Th e o f blasph e my wrong . 1 94 SONGS OF FREEDOM

Oh M h e th e ie d , ot r , from y m mor s prou , Th e o ld e n e e h r now , d ar Commonw alt , Le d hi d e a ir e e e h e h n t s ad a br z of alt , h And smite wit stars th is cloud .

M h e o f F e i e a n d e ot r re dom , w s brav , ” R f in h h id ise aw ul t y stre ngt , I sa Ah m e 1 I spe ak b u t to th e d e ad I stood upon h e r grave

LAU S D EO

O N H EAR IN G T H E BELL S R IN G O N T HE PASSAGE O F T HE CO N ST IT U T ION AL AME N D MEN T ABOLISHIN G SLAV ERY.

IT is d on e 1 Clan g o f be ll a n d roar of gun i i S e nd th e t d ngs up and down . How th e be lfrie s rock and re e l th e e u e e How gr at g ns, p al on p al , Fling th e joy from town to town

Ri 0 e l ng , b l s Eve ry stroke e xulting te lls f i O f th e burial h our o c r m e . L d h ou and long, t at all may Ring fo r e ve ry list e ning e a r O f Ete rnity a n d Tim e

S N GS M O OF FREEDO .

Blotte d out All with in and a ll about Sh all a fre sh e r life be gin Free r bre ath e th e unive rse As it rolls its h e avy curse On th e d e ad and burie d sin I

It is d on e I In th e c ircuit of th e sun h th e d h e e h S all soun t r of go fort . h bid th e sa d e ice It s all r jo , h i e th e d i e It s all g v umb a vo c , It sh all be lt with joy th e e arth 1

Ri a n d i ng sw ng, ' B e lls of joy O n morning s wing S e nd th e song o f praise abroad 1 With a sound of brok e n ch ains e th e i h He e i n T ll nat ons t at r g s, Wh o alone is Lord a n d Go d l S ON GS OF FREED OM I 97

ME R SE L W ! A S US LL O ELL. — 1819 1891 .

N N FREED M S TA ZAS O O .

' MEN l wh ose boa st it is th at ye e h e e e e Com of fat rs brav and fr , h e e e h e e h If t r br at on art a slave , Ar e ye truly fre e a n d brave ? e d o e e th e ch i If y not f l a n , ’ h e it b h e i W n works a rot r s pa n , Are e se s e i d e e y not ba lav s n d , Slave s unworth y to be fre e d ?

Wom e n 1 wh o sh all o n e d a y be ar S e h e N e w E n d a ir ons to br at ng la , If ye h e ar with out a blush D e e d s to make th e rouse d blood rush i re d h h e i L k e lava t roug your v ns , Fo r i e in h i your s st rs now c a ns, Answe r l a r e ye fit to b e Moth e rs of th e brave a n d fre e ?

Is true Fre e d om but to bre ak d e ke Fe tte rs for our own ar sa , An d with l e ath e rn h e arts forg e t Th at we o we mankind a d e bt ? 1 98 S ON GS OF FREEDOM

N o ! true Fre e d om is to sh are th e h i h e e All c a ns our brot rs w ar, And with h e art a n d h and to be Earne st to make oth e rs fre e 1

Th e y a re slave s wh o fe ar to spe ak Fo r th e falle n a n d th e we ak Th e y a r e slave s wh o will n o t ch oo se c fiin a n d se Hatre d , s o g , abu , Rath e r th an in sile n ce sh rin k From th e truth th e y n e ed s must think Th e y a r e slave s wh o d are n o t be h e In th e righ t with two or t re .

E T HE FATH RLAND .

’ WHE RE is th e true man s fath e rland ? Is it wh e re h e by ch an ce is bo rn ? D oth not th e ye arning spirit scorn In su ch scant bo rd e rs to b e spann e d ? h e s h is h e d b e O , y fat rlan must As th e blue h e ave n wid e a n d fre e

it e h e e e e d is Is alon w r fr om , h e e o d is o d W r G G , and man is man ? Doth h e not claim a broad e r Span ’ Fo r th e soul s love of h ome th an this ? Oh e s ! h is f h e d be , y at rlan must As th e blu e h e ave n wid e a n d fre e zo o S ON GS OF FREEDOM

0 Truth ! 0 Freed om 1 h o w a r e ye still born th e d e ta e in th e e e d In ru s bl , mang r nurs h h e h a h se e n W at umbl ands unb r t o gat s of mor , Th rough wh ich th e sple nd ours of th e n e w d a y burst

h h o n e c ce n n e d h is c e W at s all monk , s ar k ow b yon ll , ' F R e - e ch i h e r ront om s far r a ng bolts , and scorn frown ' L Ye s — h h e e Brave uth e r answe re d , l t at t und r s sw ll R e d E e a n d d isch a r me d th e i e ock urop , tr pl crown .

a n e th w e Wh ate ve r c be known of ar , know , ’ ’ i m n in h e i i - rl d Sne e red Europe s w se e , t r sna l sh e lls cu ; N o 1 said o n e man in Ge noa ; and th at N o h i N d O u t of th e d ark c rea ted t s e w Worl .

Wh o is it will not d are h imse lf to trust ? Wh o is it h ath not stre ngth to stand alon e ? Wh o is it th war ts and bilks th e inward must ? He a n d h is s i e n d f e h a re o work l k sa rom art bl wn .

h d h i a n d i Me n of a t ousan s fts w le s , look h e re I S e e our straigh t - forward c onscie nce put in pawn T0 w in a world 1 S e e th e obe die nt sph e re ' By brave ry s simple gr avitation drawn

l e h e e d th e e h o ld Sh al w not l sson taug t of , ' And by th e Pre se nt s lips re pe at e d still i e h be In our own s ngl man ood to bold , Fortre sse d in conscie nce a n d impre gnabl e will ? S ON GS OF M FREEDO . 2 0 1

We s id e th e i e d i its S i tr r v r a ly at pr ng, N o r in our ch ildish th ough tl e ssne ss fore se e h i s s e h i e i W at myr ad vas al tr ams s all tr but br ng, How like an e qual it shall gre e t th e se a !

0 e i i e a re e small b g nn ngs, y gr at and strong, Base d on a faithful h e art a n d we aril e ss brain ; Ye b i th e e i e c e u ld futur fa r, y onqu r wrong, Y th e e e arn crown , and we ar it not in vain

ON THE CAPTU RE O F C ERTAI N FUGITIVE E R N N S LAVES N A WAS HI GTO .

LOO K o n wh o il in h a n d i e h e wh o ca n w l apat y, st fl t y Th h i th e h e s th e d h e e sympat e s, op , wor s, t at mak man truly m a n ; Le t th ose wh ose h e arts a re d un ge on e d up with in te re st or with e ase Con se nt to h e ar with quie t pulse o f loath some d e e d s lik e th e se

’ e in N e w E l d a ir a n d h e r h I first dr w ng an s , from ardy bre a s t Sucke d in th e tyrant -h ating milk th at will not le t m e re st ; An d if my word s se e m tre ason to th e d ullard a n d th e e tam , ’ Tis - d i e — h e S e th e but my Bay State al ct , our fat rs pak same ! 20 2 S N GS F O O FREEDOM .

S ham e o n th e costly moc ker y of piling ston e on ston e h e wh o i e th e h e o e d e d a n d To t os won our l b rty, r s a gon e , i e w e c d a n d se e - hie d e d ffi Wh l look ol ly on , law s l ru ans slay m e n wh o f i d win h i th e Th e a n woul t e r own , e h e ro s of to - d a y

Are we pled ge d to c rave n sil e n ce ? O fling it to th e l Th e Kaiglim e n t wall th at bars us from th e l e ast of human kl l i — Th a t rriaikc; u s cri e a n d e ri e a n d d s n d ng t mpo s , umbly ta at aSt ’ Wh ileBity s burnin g flood o f word s is r e d -h o t in th e bre as t !

’ h h w e e h e ise w e h e n e r T oug br ak our fat rs prom , av obl d utie s first Th e traitor to Humanity is th e traitor most accurse d Ma n is more th an Constitutions ; be tte r rot be n e ath th e

sod , Th an be tru e to Church a n d State wh ile w e a re d oubly false to Go d

W o w e e i e th e S e e e e e e e all g anc to tat ; but d p r, tru r, mor , ’ To th e sympath ie s th at Go d h ath se t with in our spirit s c ore u r c i fe w e it h e O country la ms our alty grant so , but t n M i i e e m n a n e r N e e e . Be fore mad us c t z ns, g at atur mad us

’ ’ He s true to Go d wh o s true to man wh e re ve r wrong is done ’ th e e e e h th e - e h d To th e h umble st and w ak st , n at all b ol in g sun ,

2 0 4 S ON GS OF FREEDOM

TH E R E PR SENT C ISI S.

E N d e ed is d e F e e d h h th e d WH a on for r om , t roug broa ’ e arth s ach ing bre ast R h i h e ic e i e s uns a t r ll of joy prop t , tr mbl ng on from a t to e s w t , ’ th e e h e e e h e c e e e s th e i h i And slav , w r r ow rs , f l soul w t n him climb h d th e e i e To th e awful ve rge of man oo , as e n rgy subl m Of a c e ntury bursts full -blossom ed o n th e th orny ste m o f i T m e .

Th rough th e walls of bu t an d pala ce sh oots th e in stan tan e o u s h e t ro , ’ Wh e n th e travail of th e Age s wrings e arth s sy ste ms to a n d fr o ; th e i h e ch n e w Era i h e c i i s At b rt of a , w t a r ogn s ng tart , N i i d i a d i i h e i at on w l ly looks at nat on , st n ng w t mut l ps r apa t, ’ An d glad Truth s ye t migh tie r man -ch ild le aps be ne ath ’ F e h e th e utur s art.

’ S o th e E i i h e d e h i h e ch i v l s tr ump s n t , w t a t rror and a ll , e c i e i e th e e e c i ill Und r ont n nt to cont n nt , s ns of om ng , ’ An d th e e h e e e h e c e e e his s h ie slav , w r r ow rs, f ls ympat s with Go d h o t e - e in e h d be d In t ar drops bb g art war , to runk up by th e so d , i c se s r n d n ried d e in in th e T ll a orp crawl ou u bu , lv g r noble clod . S ON GS OF FREEDOM 2 0 5

Fo r n in d a re o n e in i i i in c ma k sp r t , and an nst t be ars along, ’ R d th e e h e e c ic ci c e th e s if h i h oun art s l tr r l , w t flas of r g t or wrong ; ’ h e h e c ci c sci e t i W r ons ous or un on ous, y Human ty s vast trame Th rough its oce an -sun d e re d fibre s fe e ls th e gush o f joy or sh am e In th e gain or loss of o n e race all th e re st h ave e qual i cla m .

O n ce to e ve ry man a n d n ation come s th e mo me n t to d e ci e d , th e s i e r h i h F seh d fo r th e d In tr f of T ut w t al oo , goo or e vil sid e ’ e c e d n M i ff i h h Some gr at aus , Go s e w e ss ah , o e r ng e ac t e o o i h bl m or bl g t, th e s n th e e h d a n d th e h e e Parts goat upo l ft an , s p upon th i e r g ht , ’ And th e ch oice goe s by for e ve r twixt that d arkn e ss a n d i th at l gh t .

’ By th e ligh t of burning h e re tics Ch rist s ble e d ing fe e t I track , Toiling up n e w Calvarie s e ve r with th e c ross th at turns not back , An d th e se mounts of anguish numbe r h o w e ach ge ne ration le arne d O n e n e w word of th at grand cr ed o wh ich in proph e t h e arts h ath burn e d Sin ce th e first man stood Go d -co n que re d with h is face to d h e ave n upturn e . 2 06 S N S F M O G O FRE E D O .

Fo r Humanity swee ps o n ward ; wh er e to -d ay th e martyr d stan s, O n th e morrow c rouch e s Jud as with th e silve r in h is h and s ; Fa r in front th e cross stand s re ad y a n d th e cracklin g

faggots burn, Wh ile th e b oo tin g mob of ye ste rday in sile nt a w e re turn ’ To gle an up th e scatte re d ash e s into History s gold e n urn .

’ Tis a s e a sy to be h e ro e s as to sit th e idle slave s ’ O f e e i e c e d h e e s a l g ndary v rtu arv upon our fat rs grav , Worshippe rs of ligh t an ce stral make th e pre se nt light a c ri me Wa s th e Ma ow er ch e d c a d ee re d yfl laun by ow r s, st by m e n be h ind th e ir time ? n h se c d s F e h e Tur t o tra ks towar Pa t or utur , t at mak Plymouth ro ck sublim e ?

h e e e m e n e se r t o ld in co n o c la s ts T y w r of pr nt valou , s alwart , Unconvinc e d by a x e or gibbe t th at all virtue was th e ’ Past s ; h i h f h d hi i h But w e make t e r trut our alse oo , t nk ng t at d e u f e e h ath ma s r , in it in d ch e n h i e e n d e H o ard g moul y par m ts , w l our t r Spirits flee Th e rud e grasp of that gre at Impulse wh ich drove th e m

across th e se a .

Th e y h ave righ ts w h o d are main tain th e m ; we a re i i e tra tors to our s r s, ’ Smoth e ring in th e ir h oly ash e s Free d om s n e w-li t altar fire s

2 08 S N S F F E M O G O R E D O .

’ h ma n o e r o n e o ld h h d e a n d e W at t oug t woul por por , Sh i e e e e its c e h i ut l k a book b tw n ov rs t n , ’ Fo r e e o e e h is d -e in v ry fo l to l av og s ars , h e i d is h is n d o d W n sol tu e , a G for e ve rmore , Just fo r th e op e ning of a paltry d oor ?

’ Wh at man would watch life s o ozy e le me nt e e Le th e wa r d e e h e h e i h Cr p for v r , w n m g t ’ D s e r e i e i e d e si h own om g at r v r dr ft b yon m n s g t , ’ To wh e re th e un d e th rone d fores t s royal te nt ’ Brood s with its hush o e r h alf a con tin e nt ?

h i h m e n d h a n d e c e W at man w t woul pus alt r at , ie ci c e d e fo r c d P ng out rook m ans rooke e nds , h e h e ca n h e th e i o o d fo i d W n av sk e s and w s r fr e n s, Sn ch a c th e r d d e h is i e d f e at b k u r of und smantl at , An d in h i se be e ch ch a n d s e ? m lf rul r, ur , tat

’ e e a n d e h e in s e e Cast l av s f at rs rot la t y ar s n st, Th e i o h e e n e w e i w nged bro d , flown t nc , dw ll ngs plan ; Th e se rf o f h is own Past is not a man h e a n d ch e is ife e e e e To c ang ang l , to mov and n v r r st N o a r bu t h w e h e is e t what w e e , w at op , b st .

Th e i e e o d e h i d w ld, fr w o s mak no man alt or bl n ; i i m n o f e e h e C t e s rob e y s and ands and f e t , Pat ching o n e wh ol e of many incomple te ; Th e e e e th e i d i i i d g n ral pr ys upon n v dual m n , i th e i And e ach alon e s h e lple ss as w nd . S ON GS OF FRE E D OM 2 0 9

’ Each man is so me man s se rvant ; e ve ry soul ’ Is by som e oth e r s pre se nce quite discrowne d ; E ch e th e e h h th e i e fe d a ow s n xt t roug all mp r ct roun , Ye t i h h e e ch is h is not w t mutual lp ; a man own goal, h e h i An d th e w ole art must stop to pay h s toll .

e if th di i i h d e n d He r , l e e un m n s e d man ma s ; N e w f c ie e ch e e n e w a ult s str t out to m t wants, h N e h N e W at atur asks, t at atur also grants ; e is d d e e e a n d a n d h d H e r man lor , not rudg , of y s fe e t an s, h i f An d to s li e is knit with h ourly band s .

C e h e n th e o ld h h a n d o ld om out, t , from t oug ts ways, B e fore you h ard e n to a crystal cold h ich th e n e w i e ca n h e d W l f s att r, but not moul ; Fre e d i i i i c d s s om for you st ll wa ts, st ll , look ng ba kwar , tay , id e s i th e i e ie e S ce But w n st ll rr tr vabl pa . 2 10 S ON GS OF FRE E D OM

E D M UN D H S E AR S .

- 1810 1876.

t i A o f e e u e o f e s !U ni ar an pastor. uthor s v ral vol m s po m ]

R O LD J O HN B OWN .

HE c h e e h o t - i e d c e d a n d ma d T Y all t bra n , raz , But e ve ry word th at falls G e i h a n d ru e h i s th e r o s stra g t t , and t ma k M e h - ore sur t an can n on balls . Th rough s pe ctre forms of bogus law It cuts its wa y compl e te ; An d d e a n d a re ie d ju g jury , too , tr ’ G d s r e d - e At o g at ju gme nt s at .

’ ld m a n e e ! h e e h O , far w ll T y ll tak t y Fo r e e h dang rous noug , h e se ee i i i e In t our sw tly p p ng t m s, Ar e m e n o f h e s ff ro tu . We sh ould tre ad soft above th e fire s Th at unde rn e ath us lie ’ l c c th e c i You l ra k crust of omprom se , An d h e o i h i h se t t m sp ut ng g .

’ “ Wh e re H e nry s cry for Libe rty O ce e its h i e i h i n s nt s v r ng t r ll , ’ h e six e e T re s only room , f t by two, Fo r h e roes now to fill .

2 I 2 S ON GS OF FRE E D OM

OHN KE S IN GRA j LL M. B 1 23 orn 8 .

THE MEN O F ’ N N E — I TY EIGHT.

’ WHO fe ars to spe ak of Nin e ty - Eigh t ? Wh o blush e s at th e name ? ’ h e c d c th e i e W n owar s mo k patr ot s fat , Wh o h angs his h e ad for sh am e ’ He s e h lf e all a knav , or a a slav , Wh o sligh ts h is country th us e i e But a tru man , l k you , man , i i W ll fill your glass w th us .

We d i th e e th e e r nk m mory of brav , Th e faith ful a n d th e fe w ; li o ff e th e Some e far b yond e wav , e e in e d Some sl p Ir lan , too — a r e i i e All all e gon , but st ll l v s on Th e fam e o f th ose w h o die d m n i e m e n All tru e e , l k you , , i h i e Re m e mbe r th e m w t pr d .

Some on th e sh ore s of distant land s h e h e i Th e ir we ary arts av la d , ’ An d by th e strange r s h e e d le ss h and s Th e ir lone ly grave s we re mad e S ON GS OF FRE E D OM 2 1 3

But th ough th e ir c lay be fa r away n th e ic f Be yo d Atlant oam , e m en i e m e n In tru , l k you , , ’ i i s i h Th e ir Sp r t s t ll at ome .

Th e d ust of some is Irish e arth ; Among th e ir own th e y re st ; And th e same land that gave th e m birth Has caugh t th e m to h e r bre ast ; An d we will pray that from th e ir clay Full many a race may start f e m e n i e m e n O tru , l k you , , T o a ct as brave a part .

Th e y rose in d ark a n d e vil d ays To righ t th e ir native land ; Th e y kindle d h e re a living blaze h i h i h That not ng s all w t stand . Alas th at Migh t c a n vanquish Righ t ’ Th e y fe ll and pa ss d away ; e m e n ike m e n But tru , l you , , Ar e e h e e -d a pl nty r to y.

’ Th e n h e re s th e ir m e mory— may it be Fo r i i i h us a g u d ng l g t , ch e e ife fo r ibe To r our str l rty, t e h i And ac us to un te . ’ h h ill b e e i T roug good and , Ir land s st ll , Though sad as th e irs your fate ; e m e n be m e n And tru you , , ’ Li e h o f - Ei h k t ose Nine ty g t . N GS F FRE E D OM 2 1 4 S O O .

TH OMA S OSB ORN E D A VIS

— 1814 184 5.

!Th e mos t b rilliant a n d popular o f th e poe tica l contributo rs t e N Hi s e m w ere e ct e d a n d b i ed i n to a tion . po s coll pu l sh 184éhl

A NATIO N O NCE AGAIN .

’ EN h o d fi re in m d WH boy o s was y bloo , f ci e I re ad o an e nt free m n , Fo r G e e ce Ro e wh o e s r and m brav ly tood , Th re e h undre d m e n a n d th re e m e n And th e n I praye d I ye t migh t se e n in i O u r fe tt e rs re t twa n , An d e n i ce be Ir land , lo g a prov n , A Nation once a gain .

r h i e h h i d e wo e And f om t at t m , t roug w l st , a h o e fa r i h That h ope h s s n , a l g t ; ’ N o r c ould love s brigh te st summ er -glow Outsh ine th at sole mn starligh t : It se e me d to wat ch above my h e ad f e f e In orum , fi ld , and an ; d b d Its ange l voice sang roun my e , ” e i A Nation on c aga n .

2 1 6 S ON GS OF FRE E D OM

’ i e d n o Un t w, no more we ll bo w ; F f i w e i oul act on , d scard it ; h n o d And now , t a k G our native so d N i e S rd r d it Has at v wo s to gua .

’ Like rive rs wh ich o e r vall e ys rich i i in h e i e Br ng ru n t r wat r, O n native land a native h and F f e i f d a n d h lung or g n rau slaug te r . ’ ’ From D e r m o d s crime to Tud or s tim e O u r clans we re our pe rdition ; ’ Re i i e i ce h e e ca e l g on s nam , s n t n, b m u r e e d i isi O pr t xt for v on .

’ ’ se h n i h Lim rick s But wor t a all, w t fall O u r valour se e me d to pe rish ; ’ r o e r th e i in F e a n d S i O , ma n , ranc pa n , i h Fo r bootle ss v e ngean ce flour s . h e e r e Th e pe asant , r , g w pale for fe ar ’ ff He d su e r for our g lory , ’ l fo r F e n Vt h i e France sung joy ont oy,

An d Europe hymned our story .

c f c i s But now no lan , nor a t ou plan , Th e e ast a n d we st can sund e r ’ Wh y Ulste r e e r sh ould Munste r fe ar d e Can only wak e our won r. ’ ’ Re i i h e i s l g on s crost , w n un on s lo t, An d royal g ifts re tard it ; Go d i e sod And now , thank , our nat v Has N ative Swords to guard it. S ON GS OF FRE E D OM . 2 1 7

THE GREEN O E THE RED AB V .

F LL e h e f h e th e Re d e th e U oft n , w n our at rs saw abov G e e r n , h in d e e ce i h e i a n d T e y rose ru but fi r array, w t sabr , p ke ,

skia n , le a n d e An d ove r many a nob town , many a fi ld of d e ad , Th e y proud ly se t th e Irish Gre e n above th e English

Re d .

in th e e n d h h th e th e sh e i h But , t roug out land , am ful s g t was se e n Th e English Re d in triumph h igh above th e Irish Gre e n ; e h e ie in e ch a n d e d wh o h e i But w ll t y d d br a fi l , , as t r s i i s fle d p r t , Still saw th e Gre e n maintain its place above th e English

Re d .

An d h e wh o sa w in e i e s th e Red o e th t y , aft r t m , ab v e G e e r n , We re with e re d as th e grass that die s be ne ath a fore st scre e n ; Ye t ofte n by th is h e althy h ope th e ir sin king h e arts we re

fe d ’ ’ h irr e d a c e th e Gre e sh ou d e r o e r T at , som y to om , n l flutt

th e Re d .

’ S e s h i L d Ed d d ie d a n d ur twa for t s or war , Wolfe Ton e sunk se re ne B e cause th e y could not be ar to le ave th e Re d abo ve th e Gre e n ; 2 1 8 S ON GS OF FRE E D OM

’ h i h O e h a n d Sa rsfi e ld And twas for t s t at w n foug t , nobly bl e d Be ca use th e ir e ye s we re h o t to s e e th e Gre e n above th e

Re d .

h e th e i e e i i i h e e S o , w n str f b gan aga n , our darl ng Ir s Gr n Wa s th e e h i e h i h th e E i h Re d down upon art , wh l g ngl s was se e n ; Ye t i w e h e d fe e c e e h in in st ll l our arl ss ours , for som t g us i sa d , ’ ’ Be fore th e strife is o e r you ll se e th e Gre e n abo e th e ” v Re d .

’ An d tis h i w e h i a n d i a n d e d e i e for t s t nk to l , knowl g str v le to g an , Th at w e may pull th e English Re d be low th e Irish e e Gr n , An d ea e s n s s e e Li e a n d i i e n l v our o w t b rty, sm l ng pl ty spre ad Above th e land on ce d ark with blood — th e Gre e n above

th e Re d .

Th e e English tyrant now h a s banne d th e Irish (j e e ralonu,s And force d us to conce al it like a some th ing foul and m e an ; ’ An d t h e e l h e e i e h is ic i ye , by av ns ll soon r ra s v t ms from th e de ad , Than force our h e arts to l e ave th e Gre e n a n d cotton to th e Re d

’ e e e Go d is o d a n d e e h e W ll trust ours lv s , for g o , bl ss s t os wh o l e an n h e i b h h i O t r rave e arts , and not upon an e art ly k ng or que e n ;

2 2 0 S ON GS OF FRE E D OZVI.

h e e c e be th e i c T n w l om b voua , Th e h d n d a n d e ce c ar y sta , fi r atta k , h e e i e i e h e i c i e e W r k s w ll tam t r arb n rs , ’ An d ri h i h e i ba n rs es t n t r y e te e , An d e e th e i d h h e v ry fi ld , slan t roug , i Sh h i a W ll ow w at Ir sh m e n c n do .

’ ’ Ye t tis s e h a n d tis s e e , not tr ngt , not t l Alon e ca n mak e th e English re e l ; i i d a But w sdom , work ng y by day, ’ ’ Till come s th e time for passion s swa y Th e i e d i a n d w d e r h c pat nt nt , s o k , a n e i e li e c Ca n blast mp r a ro k . ’ ’ ie ife th e i e m e A sold r s l s l f for , ' d h ’ f di e d e . A sol e r s at , so Ire lan s re S GS OF FRE E ON D OM . 2 2 !

D E E AN FRA E R j S . — 1 809 1849.

A - k ! n I i b i e m e e th e e o f th e w ks . r sh ca n t a r , call d po t or hop Wr e d e th e i e o f J d e J ot un r t tl .

T HE. R NER THE BAR P IS O AT .

’ Tl s a j e st to ask m e why Fo r my d e e ds I sh ould not d ie ; e e I app al , for my r ply, To your th ongs To my corn b e ne ath th e hoof To th e fla m e - fla g from my roof Do ye want more madd e ning proof Of my wrongs ?

e s m en e e e e Hon t , b for my y s, Have be e n torture d into lie s ; And ye bough t from pe rjure d spie s Price le ss blood . Y d n d d e e d e corrupte a bas , Ye i e i e e ch e nv gl d , trapp d , and as d , ’ Y t e f e d d e c d e o e rsw e p , d orm , fa e Like d a floo . 2 2 2 S ON S F F E M G O R E D O .

Th e f ie the e lo t st , or l ast th e h In fig t , or wh e n it ce ase d ; Th e i i i th e ri fa r v rg n , or p est , Did e spare ? i n o w fbrc a n d d T ll , by e frau , e e i is e Human f l ng outlaw d , An d e i k oppr ss on stal s abroad , a n d Bold bare .

Ye plund e re rs of our plain s Ye e h s e i x au t rs of our ve ns, Ye fi r e rs o f our fane s , If 1 be (Fo r re sistance wh e n ye trod Flesh a n d spirit as th e clod ) d Fe f A ark lon be ore Go d , ’ Wh at a re y e 5

' e d s i If som tyrant s bloo I p lt , O n th e tyrant is th e g uilt ; If I m e t h im h ilt to hilt Fo r my own An d — fre e m e from this ch ain i e h i I w ll dar you t us aga n , Th o ugh you g ird with can n on Me alon e .

i e A n d th is persist ng z al , i h e d m e n e e Wh c all trampl must f l , i l d e fi re e e W l fy your and st l , Till ye yie ld

2 2 S S 4 ON G OF FRE E D OZV.

AME S C ARE N E MA j L C N GAN .

- 18031849.

An I i N i li e o f w w d ! r sh at ona st po t , ay ar e ccentric g enius . )

SO L AND C N R U OU T Y.

RIS E s e i ise ! A , my lumb r ng soul , ar An d le arn wh at ye t r e main s for th e e To d re e or d o Th e signs a re flaming in th e skie s ; s i d d e t be e e A truggl ng worl woul y fr , An d i e e l v an w . Th e e h e h h e t e e n n art quak at not y b bor , h h c th e d d T at soon s all ro k lan s aroun , e e h h e i b B n at t r ase . ’ F e e d h d e -h Immortal r om s t un r orn , e t ie d e f d As y , y lds but a ol ul soun ’ E e To urop s race .

d s a n d sa a n Look roun , my oul , y d se e If th ose about th e e unde rstand Th e ir mission h e re ; Th e i i e th e e w ll to sm t , pow r to slay, in e e h e a n d h Abound v ry art and , f e A ar , an ar . S F F E E M 2 2 S ON G O R D O . 5

’ o d e t th e c e d But, G must y onqu ror s swor i n d h e in h i e ? Pie rce m , as art , t s pro ud y ar h e it O , dr am not d e h e i o d It soun s a fals blasp m ng w r , Be got and born o f moral fe ar An d ill- be got

To le ave th e world a nam e is nough t ; To l e ave a nam e fo r glorious d e e ds o f e And works lov , e e i h i h h A nam to wak n l g tn ng t oug t , An d fi re th e soul o f h im wh o re ads i Tle s t e lls above . Napole on sinks to - d a y be fore Th e i e h i e th e i e s ung ld d s r n , s ngl oul Of Wash ington ; ’ h e e h e Trut s nam , alon , s all man ador , Long a s th e wave s o f tim e sh all roll H e n ce forward on 1

M c e a r e e a y ountrym n my words w k , M h e h is e i d y alt g on , my soul s ark , My h e art is ch ill Ye t would I fain a n d fond ly se e k ’ To se e you born e in Fre e d om s bark ’ r O e oce an still . e e e h o d a n d id e h B s c your G , b your our ; He c i b e annot , w ll not , long dumb ; Eve n now h is tre ad ’ Is h e ard o e r e arth with coming powe r ; An d c i s m e it i e om ng, tru t , w ll com , Else w e re h e d e a d 2 2 6 S N S F F E M O G O RE D O .

F R FR D M A HIGHWAY O EE O .

MY ffe i c h b e e e d su r ng ountry s all fr , An d sh ine with te nfold glory S o e th e i e ie d spak g allant W nk lr , R e d in e nown e G rman story . N o e e o f i d e tyrant , v n k ngly gra , ” Sh all c ross or dark e n my way l O u t h e d his d e h e d e flas bla , and so ma ’ Fo r Fre e dom s course a h igh way

We i e h i i h e want a man l k t s, w t pow r To rouse th e world by on e word ; hie f e e h We want a c to m t t e h our, h d An d march t e masse s onwar . ch ie e h h d a n d But f or non , t roug bloo My fath e rland lie s i by way Th e m e n must figh t wh o d are d e sire ’ Fo r Fr e e d om s c ourse a h igh way

Alas I ca n but id ly gaze Ar ound in grie f and wond e r ; ’ Th e pe opl e s will alon e c a n raise ’ h d e Th e pe ople s sh out of t un r. ie i fe Too long, my fr nds , you fa nt for ar In se cre t crypt and by - w a y At last he m e n I S ta nd forth and cle ar ’ Fo r Fre e d om s co urse a h igh way

2 2 8 S ON GS OF FRE E D OM

E r e — S h S e u op out ron , axon , C lt i e in e e S ts alon , tatt re d rob . In our d ays Sh e burns with none f th e i h i - ife h e fe O l g tn ng l s lt , h e R e h th e e d e W n om s ook troubl glob , e i Tw nty ce ntur e s agone .

h d e e h e r h h e D e utsc lan sl ps ; star at wan d . e th th u n d e re ss w h ilo m e Franc , e , now i h b e e h Singe th small w t at d br at . S i is e e i l c i e pa n bl d ng , Po and ha n d ; n Italy can bu t groan a d vow. h i d e h England lie t s ck to at .

’ s i h me th e ic Cros w t Atlant s foam , i is An d your ge nu ne goal won . ’ e F e e e e e Pur ly r dom s br z s blow, ’ Me rrily Fr e e dom s ch ildre n roam By th e d oed a l Amazon h i h i An d t e glor ous O o .

i e d Th th e r take not g ms and gol . ’ Nough t from Europe s robb e r -h oard s th e e e Must profan e W st rn Zone s . i h e S i i Th t r tak e ye p r ts bold , h i h e e h a n d d s T t e r tak y ploug s swor , ’ f h e b ie d n e And your at r s ur bo s.

’ Come l— if Libe rty s tru e fire s i h i s c Burn w t n your bo oms, ome If ye would th at in your grave s e e sh e h e i i e Your fr sons ould bl ss t r s r s , th e e e Make far gr e n W st your h om e , ’ Cross with me th e Atlantic s wave s E 2 2 S ON GS OF FR E D OM . 9

’

TH OMAS D AR C Y M C GE E .

— 1 825 1868.

On e o f th e e i o f th e N a ti o n 1842. E ca e d Am e ic ! d tors , s p to r a i n 1848 w e e h e b e m e w e k w a is wa s , h r ca ll no n as a journ l t ; e e c e d a m e mb e o f th e C d ia P ia e a n d s i e l t r ana n arl m nt, as ass nat d i n

T H RE E R ’ E AP S S ON G .

THE August su n is se tting Lik e a fi r e be h ind th e h ills ’ Tw ill rise again to se e us fre e Of life or o f its ills ; Fo r wh at is life but d e ad ly strife Th at knows no truce or pause ? And wh at is d e ath but wa nt of bre ath To curse th e ir alie n laws h e a - h e i le t u s T n s ar ng go, my boys, A - sh e aring le t us go ; ’ O n our own soil twill be no toil h To lay t e c orn low .

Th e h arve st th at is gr owing Was give n us by G o d i e b e Him th e a n d h Pra s to , sun s owe r ’ o r d h i o d W k for us at s n . Th e d s e h in d a n d i h lor of art , gol m rt , Ri e h e i cie d on t r an nt way , But c ould th e ir smil e h ave cloth e d th e In such d e ligh t to -d a y ? 2 0 S N GS R E 3 O OF F E D OM .

i a -sh e i How w ll you go ar ng, D e a r frie nds a n d n e igh bours all ? O h we i i h i e a n d , w ll go w t p k gun To have our own or fall ; ’ We ll sta ck our arms a n d stack o u r co m Upon th e sam e wide plain ; ’ e d in W plant a g ar barn and yard , ll u ” i e h e e in And g v t m grap for gra .

o d e d h e G spe ye , gallant s are rs, Ma c e e e i y your ourag n v r fa l , Ma h h f e n d h f y you t ras your o s , and se t e cha f To England on th e gale 1 Ma h e i h r e s -h y you av a glor ous a v t ome, ’ Wh e th e r I m alive or no ; — Your c orn grows fi e r e th e fo e comes th er e r it lze O or must go. h e a - h e i le t u s T n s ar ng go, my boys, A-sh e aring w e will go ; ’ O n our o wn soil twill be n o toil u th e c To c t orn low .

M F L THE PI LGRI S O IBERTY.

‘ ESID E i e r h h i e d in e e B a r v t at I know, s r n a laur l grov , — Li e h e th e i e o f L I se e my idol b rty , t at w ars sm l ove ; h e i f h a re h r f He r face is toward t c ty , our pat s at e e e t, Th e y be ar h e r h ymns from th e four wind s as rays i conve rg ng m e e t.

2 2 S N F RE E M 3 O GS O F D O .

Th e r i i h h is e ie ce — th e e i h h is A t st , w t battl p Po t, w t song Th e S e i h h is i h e th e h i tud nt w t glow ng art , pour to s r ne

along , h e e Li e id i h i e i e W r b rty , my ol , s ts on a s r n l k snow , i i i e h e e ci h By a gl d ng r v r t at I lov , n ar a ty t at I know .

’ Oh d id h e th e , long aroun my ol s t ron may bloom laure l tre e s Th e e e re e n a n d e e r d h e h h a n d v r g v gla , t y laug at blig t bre e ze e hi d e n h d c i e h e h e e b e Tru c l r of our ar y l m , long may t y t r se e n ’ Li e i n n e d e d d h e s a s k our nat on s ba rs fol , as e at l s and

gre e n .

’ h th e f h in e e h i O , long may our pat ways j o b n at my d ol s e e f t , ’ An d long may Ire land s mingl e d m e n be fore h e r altar m e e t Oh a n d id a n d h ie s th e , long may man ma yout go votar to grove i i Li e h e s th e i e Whe re r e gns my dol , b rty, t at w ar sm l of

Love .

N IS S RENG U N IO T TH .

A MAN wh ose c orn was carri e d away f h is e e a n d h e h a B e ore y s , w os oats and y ’ i i th e d We re p le d up nto landlor s cart , ’ Lo o k d toward h is castle with sorrowful h e art . S ON GS OF FRE E D OM 2 33

se e i h e a n d You m , sa d , so strong grand , Like a giant you ove rlook th e land i in ch e b And a g ant stoma you sur must e , h o f e e T at all my crop can l av non e to m e .

Quoth anoth e r Of such we ak word s wh at e n d e h e h th e d e i i Hav you any op t at v l w ll m e nd , O r th e le t th e kid e c e his m a w wolf s ap , O r a lan d lord yie ld h is righ ts at law ?

Le t us go ove r to Rackre nt Hall a n d h e e s— it b e f By twos t r may all , i d is in th i d As w s om found e mult tu e , E h o f us i h d o th e ca se s e d noug m g t u om goo .

s h e e s h e e At fir t t y w nt by two and t r s , ’ But Ra ckre n t s lord th e y could not pl e ase ; A h e in e c e n d n e xt t e y w nt numb r a s or , e e e th e e e f e But th e cas was v n sam as b or .

’ ie a n d h d e d h e a th e r d h e By fift s un r s t y g t n, Re s e ie e me n olut , pat nt , dogg d , ’ And th e land lord o wn d th at h e th ough t th e re was d f n h Some sligh t e e ct i t e pre se nt laws.

A ba rony spok e — a c ountry wok e A nation stru ck at th e ir fe ud al yoke ’ f d th e Ri h c d b e i h d Twas oun g t oul not w t stoo , A n d — wisd om was found in th e multitud e 2 S ON GS E M 34 OF FR E D O .

THE G E R NG OF T HE N ATH I ATIONS.

GATHE R toge th e r th e nations proclaim th e war to all d a re i d i in ce e a n d Armour and swor g r ng pala , tow r, h all Th e kings of th e e arth a r e d onn ing th e ir fe ud al mail agam G h e e h e th e i s ! e a n d a r m th e m e n at r tog t r nat on arous .

’ ’ Wh o co m e th out of th e North ? Tis Russia s migh ty Czar ; With giant h and h e po in te th to a n e ve r - se tting star ; Th e Cossack springs from h is c ou ch — th e Ta rtar l e ave s h is d e n

Ho h e E e e a n d th e m e n . l rald souls of urop , arous arm

h e th e F R e i h th e R si th e W at do s rank at om , w t us an at Rhine ? i id h e r c iff h e i h e And Alb on , pall as l s, s ows n t r soul nor S ig n ; e Pi sicke n e th i in th e f Sici i fe n Pop us da ly , oul l an ’ e o f th e d s h ld e a n d Ho ward ns worl s trong o s , arous arm

th e m e n .

Th e e c ircle th e a e its e e i futur n r r on gr y port ntous w ngs, e a r e th e h e e k o f i e e id a r e Pal c s pr nc s , and sor afra king s ’ O e f e th e i i h e fle e in e nc ac d by fur ous nat ons, t y ll f ar, h e and t n , th e i h i i e th e e w e h h e th e e i By r g t d v n of fitt st , s all av r gn M o f e n .

2 6 S OF FRE E D OM 3 S ON G .

SLIAB II C UILIN IV.

Th e i i e e m bli e in th e N a tion e th e n om ! sp r t d o s pu sh d , und r p ” d c m m o f S h a b h C ili a r e e e a l i b te d J u nn , g n r l y attr u to ohn ’ O t h e late Ju d g a ]

DD E E ERM PA I S V O RE .

THE h our is pas t to fawn or c rouch AS suppliants for our righ t ; Le t word a n d d e e d unsh rinking vouch ’ Th e band e d millions migh t Le t h e wh o c e th e f i i t m s orn d ounta n r ll , ’ N o w d e d th e re r a tor nt s roar , h e ch e ch i And e ar our o d oru s st ll , ’ d i e We re Pad e s ve rmo re .

L d — th e F e h e n Fr nce ook roun r nc man gov r s a , Th e i e in i S pan ard rul s Spa n , Th e gallant Pol e but waits h is ch ance To bre ak th e Russian ch ain ; Th e strife for Fre e dom h e re be gun ’ We e e i i e o e r n v r w ll g v , N o r own a land on e arth but o n e ’ e ie e W re Padd s e v e rmor .

What re ck w e th ough six h und re d ye ars ’ e o e r h e d Hav our t raldom roll , ’ ’ Th e soul that rouse d O C o n o r s spe ars S till live s as true a n d bold F M S ON GS O FRE E D O . 2 37

Th e tid e of fore ign powe r to ste m f h e d O ur at e rs bl of yore , h e w e d - d a i e h And e r stan to y, l k t e m , i True Padd e s e ve rmore .

’ Wh e re s our alle gian ce ? With th e lan d Fo r which th e y nobly d ie d u r ? c e s d O duty By our aus to tan , Wh ate ve r ch ance be tid e O u r ch e rish e d hope ? To h e al th e woe s Th at rankl e at h e r c ore ; O u r c a n d h e d ? 0 h e r e s s orn atr T fo , Li e d d ie e e e k Pa s v rmor .

S N S 1 O G OF FRE E D OM . 2 4

— 1819 1892.

R Y M R FO O U 0 DE O . , C ACY

CO ME i e th e c i e i d i e , I w ll mak ont n nt n ssolubl , I will make th e most sple nd id race th e sun e ve r sh on e upon 1 il ke d i i e e i w l ma v n magn t c lands , i h th e e o f c d e W t lov omra s, i h th e ife - e o f c d W t l long lov omra e s.

I will plant companionsh ip thick as tre e s along all th e i e o f e ic th e h e th e e r v rs Am r a, and along s or s of gr at e e th e i i e lak s , and all ov r pra r s, I will make inse parable c itie s with th e ir arms about e ach ’ h e e k ot r s n c s , th e e o f c d e By lov omra s , th e By manly love of comrad e s.

Fo r h e e m e 0 De c c e e you t s from , mo ra y, to s rv you, ma fe mm e !

Fo r fo r i i h e e . you, you I am tr ll ng t s songs 2 2 S F FRE E D /ll 4 ON GS O O .

E R E U OP .

- - s Th e se ve nty second a n d se v e nty third ye ars o f thes e State .

(1848,

S DD EN L its e a n d d i th e i U Y, out of stal rowsy la r, la r of e slav s, ’ Li i it h f e d i e ke ligh tn ng l e pt fort h al startl at ts lf, e e th e h e a n d th e its h d i h Its f t upon as s rags, an s t g t to h i t e thro ats of k ngs .

O h O pe a n d faith ’ O ach ing close of e xile d patriots live s ! ’ O many a sicke n d h e art h i a n d e e Turn back unto t s day mak yours lve s afre sh .

An d i d e e th e e e — i I you , pa d to fil P opl you l ars, mark N o t fo r e e ie e numb rl ss agon s , murd rs , lusts, Fo r h ie i in its if e f i court t v ng man old m an orms, worm ng ’ f h is i ici th e a e rom s mpl ty poor man s w g s , Fo r many a promise sworn by royal lips and broke n a n d ’ la u h d in th e e i g at br ak ng, Th e n in th e ir powe r not fo r all th e se d id th e blows strike e e th e h e o f th e e re v ng , or ads nobl s fall ; ’ r d h i f Th e Pe opl e sco n t e fe roc ty o kings .

’ th e e e e e b re w d i e d e c i n But sw tn ss of m rcy b tt r stru t o , ’ f i h n d h e c and th e r g te monarc s com ba k , h e in i h h is i h i Eac com s state w t tra n, angman , pr e st, tax h e e gat r r ,

S ie e d i e r a n d c h . old r, lawy r, lor , ja l , sy op ant

2 S ON GS F 44 O FRE E D OAI.

N o d i e d i t s mbo e d spirit ca n th e we apons of tyrants le t a e oos , it i i i e th e e h h i e i c n se But stalks nv s bly ov r art , w sp r ng , ou l in c i n i g , aut o ng .

Li e le t h e d es i o f — I d i b rty , ot rs pa r you n e ve r espa r of you .

Is th e h ouse sh ut ? is th e maste r awa y ? N e e h e e b e e be e ch i v rt l ss , r ady, not w ary of wat ng, He i s e h is e e e w ll oon r turn , m ss ng rs come anon .

T L’ E R E N REV L TI N A R O A FO I D U OP A O U O I E.

O RAGE e t h e i e C U y , my brot r or my s st r ’ Ke e p o n — Libe rty is to b e su bse rv d wh ate ve r occurs ; ’ h is h i h is u e ll d o n e i T at not ng t at q by or two fa lure s , or e o f f i e any numb r a lur s , r th i d iffe e ce i i e th e O by e n r n or ngrat tud of pe ople , or by f i h f e any un a t uln ss, Or th e h o f th e h e o f e s d ie c n n s ow tus s pow r, ol rs , a no , p e nal statute s.

Wh at w e be lie ve in waits late nt fore ve r th rough all i e c ont n nts , i e o n e i e hi si in c n e s Inv t s no , prom s s not ng, ts alm s i h is i i e a n d c e d n l g t , pos t v ompos , k ows no o ra e m n c u g e t ,

i i ie i i its i e . Wa t ng pat ntly, wa t ng t m 2 S ON GS OF FRE E D OM . 4 5

t e a re h e e (N o t songs of loyal y alon t s , o f i e c i But songs nsurr t on also , Fo r I am th e S worn poe t o f e ve ry dauntl e ss re be l th e e world ov r, And h e going with m e l e ave s pe ace and routine be hind

h im , e An d stak e s h is life to be lost at any mom nt . )

Th e battl e rage s with man y a loud alarm a n d fre qu e nt e e advan ce and r tr at , Th e i e i h e h e i h nfid l tr ump s, or suppos s tr ump s, Th e i ca ff e h a d c ff i n e c ce pr son , s old , garrot , n u s, ro n kla , - h and l e ad balls do t e ir work , Th e e d e h e e s h e S h e e nam and unnam d ro s pa s to ot r p r s, T n d i e a re e i e d h e i h e gre at spe ake rs a wr t rs x l , t y l e sick in i d stant lands , Th e c e is e e th e s e s h a r e h e d ith aus asl p , trong t t roats c ok w h e i t r own blood , Th e young m e n droop th e ir e ye lash e s toward s th e ground wh e n th e y m e e t i Lib e h a s e th e e But for all th s rty not gon out of plac , nor ’ th e infid e l e n te r d into full posse ssion . h e i e e ce it is th e W n l b rty go s out of a pla not first to go, h h i nor t e se cond or t rd to go ,

i fo r th e it is th e . It wa ts all re st to go , last

h e h e e a r e e e ie o f h e e s a n d W n t r no mor m mor s ro martyrs , And wh e n all life and all th e souls of m e n a n d wom e n a re i h e d th e h d sc arg from any part of e art , Th e n only sh all libe rty or th e id e a o f l ibe rty be d ischarge d th e e h from that part of art , i And th e infide l c ome into full posse ss on .

h e n c e E e n e e e e s T ourag , urop a r volt r, r voltr s Fo r i c e e e i h e t ll all as s n t r must you ce ase . 2 46 S ON GS OF FREE D OM

d o h a re d o h I not know w at you for, (I not know w at I fo r e f h h in is am mys l , nor w at anyt g for, ) ’ i e ch c r e f it e e in e i fo il d But I w ll s ar a ully for v n b ng , e e e i c ce i i is e — In d f at , pov rty, m s on pt on , mpr onm nt for h e a r t y too e gr e at .

Did w e th in k victory gr e at ? So it is — it se e me but now ms to , wh e n it can not be ’ h e l d h e fe is e p , t at d at gr at , An d h d e h a n d is a r e e t at at d may gr at .

R E 0 D FR M IS , AYS , O YOU R FATHO MLESS DEE PS .

RISE 0 d r h e s d e e i o ie , ays , from you fat oml s ps, t ll you l ft r, fi e rc e r swe e p ’ Lon g fo r my soul h unge ring gymnastic I d e v o u r d what th e h e m e e art gav , ’ ’ r a m d th e d th e h n Long I o woo s of nort , lo g I wa tch d i i N agara pour ng , ’ I tra ve l d th e i ie e a n d e h e i pra r s ov r sl pt on t r bre ast , I ’ ’ r o ss d th e N e d cro ss d th e c va as , I plate aus, ’ d th e i c th e i c I asce nd e e tow r ng ro ks along Pac fi , I sa il d se a out to , ’ ’ sa il d h h th e w a s r e fr e sh d th I t roug storm , I by e storm , ’ w a tch d i h th e h e e i th e e I w t j oy t r at n ng maws of wav s, ’ ’ I m a rk d th i e c h e e h e ca re e r d i h e wh t ombs w r t y so h g , i e curl ng ov r, h e th e i i i th e l c I ard w nd p p ng, I saw b ack louds,

2 8 S S 4 ON G OF FRE E D OM.

M n h n i i d a ci i h e cin n — Cin a atta r s ng, a v n ng w t m na g fro t ’ cin n a ti i u n ch a in d , Ch cago , ; Wh at was that swe ll I saw on th e oce an ? be h old wh at c es h e e om r , How it c limbs with d aring fe e t a n d hands— h o w it d ash e s ! How th e true th unde r be llows afte r th e ligh tning— h o w brigh t th e flash e s o f ligh tning D e o c c i e e e e e id e How m ra y w th d sp rat v ng ful port str s on , sh own th rough th e d ark by th ose flash e s of ligh tning (Ye t a mournful wail a n d low so b I fan cie d I h e ard h h h d t roug t e ark , th e d e e in c i In a lull of af n g onfus on . )

h n d e r o n s rid e De c i e i h e n e T u t on , mo racy str k w t v g ful strok e ! An d d o ise h i h e h n e e e t 0 d 0 ci ies you r g r t a v r y , ays, t h h e ie r h e ie e t 0 s ! h e d n e m e Cras av , av r y , storm you av o d goo . My soul pre pare d in th e mountain s absorbs your immortal i e strong nutr m nt , ’ L h d ci ie c h h on g a I walk d my t s , my ountry roads t roug h lf i e farms, only a sat sfi d , ’ d i i e e c ra wl d O n e doubt nause ous un ulat ng l k a snak , on f e m e th e g round be or , i e e i e i m e Cont nually pr c d ng my st ps, turn ng upon oft, ironically h issing lo w ’ Th e i ie e d so e a b a n d o n d a n d e e d c t s I lov w ll I l ft , I sp to i i s i e m e th e c e rta nt e s u tabl to , i h e i h e i i e e ie s a n d Hunge r ng, ung r ng, ung r ng, for pr mal n rg ’ d e sn e s Nature s auntl s s, S ON GS OF FRE E D OM 2 49

’ e f i h it c d e li h it I r e fr e sh d mys l w t only , I oul r s only , — I waite d th e bursting forth o f th e pe nt fi r e o n th e wate r and a ir I wait e d lon g e i i e d But now I no long r wa t , I am fully sat sfi , I am l e g utt d , ’ ’ h e w itn e ss d th e e i h i h e witn e ss d I av tru l g tn ng , I av my ci ie e e c i t s l tr c , I h ave live d to b eh old man burst forth and warlike e ic i e Am r a r s , H en ce I will se e k no more th e food of th e north e rn solitary i w lds, i th e s m se a No more th e mountains roam or sa l tor y .

RN L ER D TU , o IB TA .

RN O Li e d th e is e TU , b rta , for war ov r, F it h e e h e d i d in o e rom and all nc fort xpan ng, oubt g no m r , e e i th e d re solut e , sw p ng worl , Turn from land s re trospe ctive re cord ing pro ofs of th e a p st, F th e si e h i th e ili ie o f th e a st rom ng rs t at s ng tra ng glor s p , F th e th e e d th e i h f rom chants of f udal worl , tr ump s o i e a e k ngs , slav ry, c st , ’ th e th e i h r se r v d Turn to world , tr ump s e and to c om e i e h ck l g v up t at ba ward wor d , Le e th e i e o f h i h e i e h th av to s ng rs t rto , g v t e m e trailing

past , h e i e i in e fo r — But w at r ma ns , r ma ns for s g rs you wars to c e a re om for you , Lo h o w th e a th e h e l in d ( , w rs of past av du y ure to you , a n d th e wars of th e pre se nt also inure S N S F FRE E D 2 50 O G O OM .

’ h e a n d be n o t ala rm d O Li e d — rn T n turn , , b rta tu your i f c undy ng a e , h e e th e f e e e h n th e s To w r utur , gr at r t a all pa t,

if e e in fo r . Is sw tly, sur ly pr par g you

THE GRE AT CITY.

A G REAT city is th at wh ich h a s th e gr e atest me n a n d e wom n , If it be a fe w ragg e d huts it is still th e gre ate st city in th e wh ole world.

Th e place wh e re a gre at city stand s is not th e place of ’ stre tch d h e s d c f e d e i w arv , o ks , manu ac tur s , pos ts of d c e e pro u e m r ly, No r th e ce o f e e e s s e o f n e w - c e th e pla c as l s alut s om rs, or - i th e e i an ch or l fte rs of d part ng, N o r th e place of th e tall e st and costlie st build ings or h e i f th e e th e e h s ops s ll ng g oods rom r st of art , N o r th e ce th e b e i ie a n d ch th e pla of st l brar s s ools, nor e h e e e is le n tiest plac w r mon y p , o th e e l i N r th e place of most num rous popu at on .

Wh e re th e city stands with th e brawnie st bre e d of orators a and b rds , h e e th e i d h is e e h e e a n d e W r c ty stan s t at b lov d by t s , lov s h e i e s h e t m n re turn and und r tands t m, Wh e re no monum e nts e xist to h e roe s but in th e c ommon e e words and d ds, f s i i e a n d d e ce is in its ce Wh e re th ri t i n ts plac , pru n pla ,

2 2 S N 5 O GS OF FRE E D OM .

N T W C . BE N E T.

’ T HE SLAVER S WREC K.

A HINT TO C ERTAIN EMPERORS .

HO o d e d e th e h e g l ss ma m n at lm , ! e th e d e c Ho slav rs on k , h e i e h e Your bark t wave s w ll ov rw lm , Your curst sh ip goe s to wre ck ; So le t it b e ; Sh ip se a on se a ; Righ t th rough th e bre ak e rs go ; Th e rocks th at wre ck you will but fre e ’ ri d Your p so n Slave s be low .

’ Go d - d o o m d u d c se h e , yo r onwar our you s ap With all th e skill you can ; ’ His e e e i c e v ng anc long you w ll not s ap , Foul fe tte re rs o f man e — i h i s Godl ss, accurst r g t pla n w e e e You to d e struction go ; Wh o c ar e s ? Th e rocks th at wre ck you fr e e ’ ris o n d e e Your p slav s b low .

e h h th e i Hark madm n , t roug th cke ning gloom ’ I h e ar th e surf s de e p roar ; f s a ll e c e d How a t , r kl ss of your oom , d i d th h You r ve towar s e s ore . 2 S ON GS OF FRE E D OM . 53

e e e a n d i h se e Ho br ak rs l ft r g t I , ’ h e d h e e hi e A a t y r w t as snow . Wh o care s ? Th e rocks th at wre ck you fre e ’ riso n d s e e Your p lav s b low .

Ah d id c e c e you ar my ours to try, You migh t at d ange r scoff ’ Your bo n d sme n s h e lp with fre e d om buy ; q ck l strike th e ir fe tte rs o ff ’ ’ h i e h e e e h e h e be But , w l t y r slav s, no lp t y ll e e r e h i h e k Too w ll , t s , t y now Th e ro cks th at wre ck th e ir maste rs fre e ’ i r i Th e r p so n d slave s be low .

E T HE R T HE RIGHT ABOV W ONG.

T HE HO PE O F T H E PEOPLE .

EAR h e a ll I H t m say , By this stir Wh at d o th e pe opl e gain ’ h e i e e o f h e e e T r d spots slav s old t y w r , h i h i ” T e r slave s t e y st ll re main . Go d i i h th e e e t But w ll r g t p opl ye , ’ Alth ough th e struggle s long ; ’ Ye s ie e f i h h o d i , fr nds, w ve a t t at G w ll Th i h e h e r g t abov t e wrong.

S e e F ce h e h h a s sh e wo n ran , t y say, w at By all h e r blood y past ? Sh e e th e e sh e e nds sam as b gun , ’ ” an s s A tyr t toy at la t . S N GS F FRE E M O O D O .

Ye t e en h e r wo e i n o t e H av w ll forg t, ’ Sh e ll up again e re long ; ’ Fo r h e r we ve faith that Go d will se t Th e ri h th e g t above wrong .

’ No more your Hungar y s battle - pe als ’ O e r liste ning Euro e roll ; ’ ’ e c e a d clia in d S ur ly g g g and , sh e fe e ls ” Th e i in h e r ron soul . Do e sh e h e r -fi e ld s s battle forge t , Triumph ant once so long ? h e i — h e r to o Go d S wa ts for , , will se t Th e righ t above th e wrong .

' Mi n too r se in -e i h la , , o forty g t, n d h r h i A tore e c a ns away, ’ To curse again h e r child re n s fate ’ ” - d a Th e Aust rian s scorn to y. H r h e e d sh e e e t e t r ays re me mb rs y , n i r h s A d st ll h e ope is trong, Er e lon g h e r God fo r h e r will se t Th e righ t above th e wrong.

’ L its i e d e e e ook , at tr pl spot s f t , h e i ic i d ie T r v t m , Polan , l s ; o if i its e e h e Wh knows st ll fr ar beat, " t Or h e e ds its d ying c rie s ? Ah Go d its cries will not forge t ; d ff Th ough Polan su e r long, ’ We ve faith th at God for h e r will se t h Th e righ t abo ve t e wron g.

F E E D M 2 56 S ON GS O FR O .

E T S N “ j AM S H OM O ( E V. — 1837 1882.

THE E N F L AWAK N I G O ITA Y.

“ FRO M T E E ( H D AD Y EAR,

A N AT ION long was tro d d e n in th e d u st ’ N e h i u a n d i c d ie at var o s d s or ant tyrann s, Until it se e me d e mbrute d to th e lust Of its se d e s ts — i fo r h e se ba , mortgag ng t Th e price le ss m e of old e n ce nturie s ; ’ An d i e th e e ch e d e i ce s s i e , l k wr t st of C r w n , D i - h ru gg ng its all sick soul wit se nsual wine .

Th is na tion is arouse d from sh ore to shore ; Th e e h is d drunke n l t argy passe away , T i v x i h e drunk e n fre nz e s e ts soul no more . Th e nigh t is gone ; th e sulle n linge ring gre y e in e o f th e i Consum s fir s advanc ng day, Wh ose c rimson d awn sh all h ave an azure noon

h i e fo r its . T is pe ople r s , to labour boon

’ Th e d re am e r g r a spe th firmly Ac tion s sword Th e c e i i th e e oward plung s sm l ng down grav , To d rag down with h im tyranny abh orre d Th e m e ane st mise r and se lf-se e king knave Give all up fo r th eir country ; th e poor slave O f supe rstition d are s to se e th e truth ; Th d is h e lon g oppre sse full of ge ntle rut . S ON GS OF FRE E D OM 2 57

h e n ce h h e e e d h i e e e c ic h i W at b n pour t s gr at l tr t r ll, Of Go d -like powe r to quicke n e ve ry stone i h i e i h h h a n d i ? W t l f and soul, w t ope and stre ngt w ll h h h a ir e i h h e e T roug out t at , long fill d w t op l ss moan , i i ic h e a n d A l v ng Vo e was e ard supre m lone , th e h e e a n d i h a Calm as av ns m g ty as th e se , r ise a r ise I a l c a n d r e A , , t i , on e f e !

How h a s such fruit by such a ye ar be e n born e ? h a s h i in h d e i e How t s Italy, s e e r sp t O f e s h se e i h e d h e r c n fo w o l g ons laug arms to s or , Of f ie d a s e in h e e in i h r n s fals art as gr at m g t , Of e e i h e th e i h stat sm n plott ng wrongs to lp r g t, Of E e e h o f h e e f i c urop s lfis , rs l d stra t , Brough t out h e r grand id e a into fact ?

h h a e s h e e sh e is S e s two nobl son ; by t s . Th e hi e wh o i i e f e ie h T nk r ; , nsp r d rom arl st yout , ’ a n d i in e i e i e ie In want pa n , x l s m s r s, ’ ’ Mid ie s m id e h e h al n corn , fo s t at kn w not rut , ’ Has e ve r pre ach e d h is Spirit s inmost truth ; Th ough frie nd s waxe d c old or turne d th e ir love h e at , h h i i Thoug e ve n now s country s ingrate .

Th e D e ’ i‘ h e h i h f e e hin e s o r , w os g am as pur ly s h is h h e f i i i As , w o i e r to ore S c l a won ’ i h ic ie i e e e i W t v tor s flow ng fr as Hom r s l ne s . S i e in c i h e th e ife is ubl m a t on w n str on , Sublime in pity wh e n th e strife is d one ; e a n d i i e i h A pur lofty sp r t , bl st from s g t f ’ O me ane r nature s se lfish n e ss a n d spite .

M i i a i di . Ti e . azz n . t G r ba l I mol on 2 8 S N S OF FRE E D M 5 O G O .

h e e e O F h e s e s se e T r for , at r , my b t symbol , N e in e e i e d i h obl m ann ss, re nt and sta n w t gore To future Romans th is Red Sh irt sh all be " As was th at Le ath e rn Apron born e of yore a ll h i i a r To t e glitte r ng pomp of P e rs an w . h be If any ope d e spite th e Pas t may , Ita lic s/za ll be on e r ea t lor i ou s r ee ! , g , g , f

EN A POLISH INSU RG T.

WHAT would you h ave ? said I ’ a n d d i Tis so e asy to go e , ’ Tis h d a n d i e so ar to stay l v , h is ie e ce a n d h i c c s In t al n p a t s omfort allou , h e e n th e d e e e t th e W r o ly mur r rs g gallows, o h Wh e re th e jails a re for r ogue s wh t ie ve .

’ Tis e a n d d ie so asy to go , h e e M h e th e M W r our Country, our ot r , artyr, M i n d h li oan ng i bon s dot e , e d i i h in h e r e Ble ng w t stabs br ast , He r h i h h e t roat w t a foul clutc pr st, h i - cu e d Und e r th e t r ce ac rs Tartar .

S i h e n e But m t , your man of s s , R d d a n d d — i e so u y, and broad , roun l k i d d e e d e e K n ly, but ns , but ns ,

Th e f A o f G v th e S i w i c Fe rid oo n amous pron a ah m th , h h adopte d fo r th e banne r o f Iran .

S ON GS OF FRE E D OM .

0 M h e h e a n d i our ot r, t ou art nobl fa r F i a n d a n d ch e h a r proud ast , t ou Que e n h i e d a n d e d in th e e C a n stabb br ast , Th y th roat with a foul clutch pr e st ; Ye t d h e e h o w c a e h o w e aroun t o rs , m an , Ar e th e se rich sh o pwiv e s wh o stare !

h a i 0 M h e h h th Art t ou mo n ng, our ot r, t roug e swoon O f th ine agony of d e solation D o my sons still love m e ? or ca n th e y stand G i r f e i d az ng afar f om a or gn lan , Lo ving more pe ac e a n d gold— th e boon Of e e s e d id i n ? a p opl trang , of a sor nat o

0 M h e h s our ot r, moan not t u e We love you as you lov us , An d our h e arts a re wild with thy sorrow w e c e h e e w e a re b e If annot sav t , l st Wh d i th c i s o ca n e on y sa re d bl e e d ng bre a t . o w e e t S i h - L d th e S l f m t an on morrow, An d h s e c s th e e s we a t n a ro s W t.

EM ERED E D ESPOTI SM T P BY D YN AMIT .

TH ERE is no oth e r title in th e world S o i e wh o - c e d i proud as m n , am no law ramp k ng, N o e e i e i h b e m r mp r al monarc a solut , h i e i i e o d Th e WH ITE TSA R wors pp d as a v s bl G , AS Lord of H e ave n no l e ss th an Lord o f Earth I look with te rror to my crowning d a y. S ON GS OF FRE E D OM 2 61

h h h E r e d i i s e d T roug alf of u op my om n on spr a , An d th e n th rough h alf o f Asia to th e sh ore s ’ Of Earth s gre at oce an wash ing th e N e w World An d h i h e th e N h e e not ng bounds t m to ort rn Pol , Th e y m e rge into th e e ve rlasting ice I look with te rror to my c rowning d a y.

Full e igh ty million subj e c ts worsh ip m e i f h h i h ie h Go d e h Th e r at e r , g pr st, monarc , on art My ch ild re n wh o but h old th e ir live s with mine R i a n d e Fo r our most Holy uss a de ar gr at , Wh ose migh t is con ce ntrate d in my h and s i h e cr n in d a I look w t t rror to my ow g y.

I ch ain a n d gag with ch ains a n d gags o f iron Th e impious h and s a n d mouth s th at d are e xpre ss A word against my sacre d sove re ign ty ; Th h f o f i i -h e al As a s my prison ou se , Myriad s of convicts lost in its Imme nse I i h e c n in d a look w t t rror to my row g y.

I cannot ch ain a n d gag th e e vil th ough ts O f m e n a n d e i e b th e wom n po son d y We st, Fre nzie d in soul by th e anarch ic We st ; Th e se th ough ts transmute th e mse lve s to dynamite My sire was borne all sh atte re d to h is tomb i h e i I look w t t rror to my crown ng day .

M e s s i e h e i i i y p a ant r s to t r unvary ng to l , An d e e e ie h e i i go to sl p outw ar d by t r to l , i h h h o f f W t out t e ope any be tte r li e . i h h e h e e e d e But w t no op t y hav no d a ly f ar , Th e y sle e p and e a t th e ir scanty food in pe ace i h e c o n i d a I look w t t rror to my r w ng y. 2 62 S ON GS OF FRE E D OM

My palace s a re prisons to myse lf I taste no food that may not po ison m e I plant no foots te p sure it will not stir Instant de struction of e xplosive fi re I look with t e rror to e ach d a y a n d nigh t With te nfold te rror to my crowning

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’ Yet still befor e h im y a w n ea th e bla ch S ibe r ia n m i n es n d h ! A o , Th e h n ou t u po n th e ba r e w h ite ba t h ! Th e blood u pon th e s n ow ! Th e a u n t w o lves close u o n th e tr a sh g , p , ’ Fou g h t o er th e fa llen so I

An d this th at o n e migh t we ar a c rown S natch e d from a strangle d sire An d th is th at two migh t mock or frown F h i h h e c i i h i h rom g t ron s l mb ng g e r, To wh e re th e Parri cid e lo oks d own With h arlot in d e sire b r n r s r Yet on , en ea th the g ea t o th ta , Lihe some lost liv i n th in , g g , Th a t lon d r ea d li n e str etch ed bla ch a n d a r g f , ’ Till bu r ied by dea th s wi ng ! A n d g r ea t me n pr a ised th e g oodly Cza r B u t a t it God s p y ing .

A storm burst forth From out th e storm Th e r e d i h i cl e an , l g tn ng l e apt ! And 10 ! a prostrate royal form And Ale xand e r sle pt D h h th e i own t roug snow, all smok ng warm ,

Li e b d h is e . k any loo , cr pt ea o n e la d ea d or million s d a d ! Y , y , f e On e r ed spot i n th e s n ow For o n e long d a m n i ng li n e of r ed Wh i le en dless ex ile s g o ’ t e m r d Th e ba be a br ea st, th oth e s h ea a n d d i n so ! Bowed dow n , y g S ON GS OF FRE E D OM 2 65

An d d id a woman d o th is d e e d h e i d h e r c ff h i h T n bu l s a old g , Th at all may on h e r fore h e ad re ad ’ Th e martyr s righ t to d ie ‘ Ring Cossack round on royal ste e d No w lift h e r to th e sky B u t see ! Fr o m ou t th e bla ch h ood sh in e s A ligh t f ew looh upon ! Lor n ex iles see r om d a r h dee mi n es , , f p , A sta r a t bu r st of d a w n ’ A th u d — a cr ea h of h a ng m a n s li n es A fr a il sh ape j er hed a n d d r a wn

Th e is ea d th e Czar d ; woman d e ad , h r About e n e ck a cord . ’ G d h e e h is h e d In o s ous r sts royal a , ’ H e rs in a place a bh o r r d Ye t I h a d rath e r h ave h e r b e d h h i e d T an t n , most royal lor Yea t r b , r a h e e th a t w oma n d ea d Th a n t h ee d ea d - li v in Cza r , g , To h id e i n d r ea d w ith both h a n d s , r ed , Beh i n d g r ea t bolt a n d ba r You ma con tr ol t th e N or th l y o Po e , Bu t God still u id es h is sta r g . 2 66 S ON GS OF FRE E D hI O .

R EL THE RE E I : B L.

!Louis Rie l was e xe cute d in 1885 fo r l e ading an insurrec tion o f Franco-Indians i n th e north -we st o f Ca nada ]

HE d ie d d in th e d at awn lan of snows , ie th e e f ie t A pr st at l t , a pr st at he righ t ; Th e e i fo r h is i i e f e doom d man pray ng p t l ss o s , e h ie i d im i h And ac pr st hold ng a low l g t , th h To pray for e soul of t e dying. i e But W ndsor Castl was far away , And Windsor Castle was n e ve r so gay With h e r gorge ous ban ne rs flying

Th e h e ro wa s h ung in th e wind y d awn ’ e d id e th e e e h id Twas spl n ly don , t l grap sa c e o f th e e h e n th e h e d A r ak n ck , t s ould rs rawn ; h o f th e e — a n d th e h d e d A e ave br ast man ung a , n d o h e e h i i ! A , ! n v r suc val ant dy ng While Windsor C astl e was fa r away f f h i d d a With its ops and ools on t at w n y y, An d its th ousand banne rs flying

Some starving babe s wh e re a stark stre am flows ’ T i i b di w xt w ndy banks y an In an town , f i e in th e f e e i A re nz e d moth r r z ng snows , Wh ile so ftly th e pitying snow came d own e th e e a n d th e i To c ov r d ad dy ng . But Windsor Castle was gorge ous a n d gay With lion bann e rs th at windy day i With lying ba nn e rs fly ng.

2 S ON GS F FRE E D 68 O O/ll .

’ d e s - i d It soun d on War aw s blood sta n e walls, ’ O n i d i Ital a s broa campa g n , n th e h i o f th e h e O mars y so l N e t rland s, ’ Mid th e vin e - clad h ills o f Spain ; An d rang aloud wh e n France was swe pt o d - d h ic By a bl o re urr an e .

It w a s h e ard wh e n Ve nice was pre sse d in a n d M m e t Wh e n Croat agyar , r d h i e in i i Wh e n th e e s rts conqu e r d S c ly, u n i se t Wh e n th e s of Austr a , ’ Th e name o f my love s re sounde d loud h To th e be at of t e castane t .

’ Tis e e - i c r a nam w ll known as a rally ng y, An d ble sse d with a magic spe ll ; A nam e th at rose from th e sh atte re d h ost Wh e n Kosciusko fe ll Th e name o f th e sh rine wh e re Hofer kn e lt Th e be aco n ligh t o f Te ll FRE E D OM 2 S ON GS OF . 69

I L E E RD I G UIL A U M . D WA .

FREETHO U G HT .

’ G REAT d h fi ll st i d i h c d e i h wor , t at my m n w t alm l g t , e e e h e e I lov to f l , but cannot op to t ll , i e th e h d i e How, l k noonday sun , t ou dost sp l Th e mists of e rror th at impe d e our sigh t h b e e e i h e e ci e W at no l dr ams, what y arn ng op s x t h e ie a ke o f h e e W at m mor s too aw at sound t , Like myriad ripple s on a wind - swe pt se a Ho w full and irre sistibl e thy migh t ’ Thou ca use st to grow pal e th e tyrant s ch e e k ; Th ou art th e kne ll that loud proclaims th e fall O f e o f ie h wh o e e d spots and pr sts , and t ose s k To c rush th e h uman mind be ne ath th e ir th rall h e e e s n th e e T ou dost av ng all wrong, mak tro g w ak Nobility a n d h e ritage o f all I 2 0 7 S ON GS OF FRE E D OM .

R OBE R T B U CHAN AN

THE E RFEC P T S TATE .

“ FR M THE DR ( O AMA o r KINGS.

WHE RE is th e pe rfe ct State E e e arly most bl st and lat , Pe rfe ct a n d brigh t ? ’ Tis wh e re no Palace stand s Tre mbling on Sh iftin g san d s M i a n d i h orn ng n g t . ’ Tis h e e th e s i is e e w r o l fr , e se e Wh e re , far as ye may , ’ S c e e o e r h i le a att r d ll and , Home ste ad s abound ; Wh e re cle an a n d broad a n d swe e t M e e e s e e ( ark t, squar , lan , and tr t, e u e o f h e Be lt d by l e ag s w at), i a r f C tie s e ound .

Wh e re is th e pe rfe ct State E s e l e arly mo t bl st and at , Ge ntle and good ? ’ Tis wh e re no live s a re se e n i in e c e Huddl ng lan s un l an, Crying for food

S ON GS OF FRE E D /ld O .

S i e i t ll gl am ng afar , h i e th e i d d W l w l ays go , S till sh ining a Star In th e r e gion o f sno w We e h e e w e c r h e e crav t , y for t , We i w e i h h fa nt and s g for t e e , h Sh in e st T ou above , Ye a w e e d ie fo r h e e , dar t , Li h h g t t at we love .

N o t e t 0 Li h y , g t, e t Alas , not y , Ma y we re ach th e h e igh t Wh e re d im a n d brigh t Th is se t y lamp , Like wave s we wh ite n th e e e In wast b low, We e i h dark n and br g te n , We e bb and w e flow D im stre tch th e h e igh ts above d i h All ays and n g ts above , th e e Past storms str am, Li h o f i h g t all l g ts above , Art th ou a dre am ?

N o e O dr am , far S we e t Light and strange N o t d a r e as re ams , ' ' But a th ron e d S tar Th at doth not ch ang e ’ O e r th e world th ou h ast gl e am e d Since th e first d im d a y ’ D re ams h ave b e e n d r e a m d An d h e e d a av pass aw y, ” 2 S ON GS OF FRE E D OM . 73

’ d h e u d h e e All re ams av bur to t , ’ h e u d h e e All days av tur to t , 0 Libe rty h e d h e And as all av yearne to t e , We ye arn a n d se e

’ O n th e i mounta n s brow, ’ Di d isce rn d mly , h Li h h W at g t art t ou , Whith e r all turn now ’ AS th e y e ve r turu d ? Th e e e h e h e e gr at art flow rs to t , ’ Th e e h e s e h e e art s tongu nam t , h i h h e e All t ngs, all ours, to t c i h e e Upturn , and la m t ’ th e e il fo r e e And world s wav s wa th , h e e h e h e e And our c ks flas pal for t , Y e t art th ou sure h h h e f i fo r h e e And t oug all op s a l t , Th ou sh alt e nd ure

M TO D U N N O R T HE O L N . STA ; , P ITICIA

HOW LON G 0 L RD H W L N , O , O O G ?

’ N O W D u n sta n s d poor Tom col , All life grows dulle r ; ’ h e e b i h a n d T r s a l g t on young old , And our talk has lost its bold Re d -re publican colour 74 S ON GS OF FRE E D OM

o c i e d a n d h i P or Tom was r ppl t n , L if u d se e h is f But , ord , you n ace, ' h e Si th e c S sin W n , ck of ountry , i h a th h i W t b ng of e fist , and c n S c h e e d th e c e tu k out , argu as He h e ie d m e n h ld b e prop s s ou fre e , An d th e mon e y -bags b e bl e d ! ’ ’ Sh e c i h e i s om ng, s s com ng said ra e i a n d se e Cou g , boys wa t ’ Fr eedom s ah e ad

’ ss -le d th Cro g g on e board we sat , Li e i e s i i k sp d r sp nn ng , S i h i a n d e i hi e fa t t tc ng sw at ng , w l ld M e s i h e e i ca t O os , w t y s l ke a , S a t gre asily grinning ; An d h e e s i h is r Tom a d say, ’ And proph e sie d Tyranny s d e ath ; An d th e e d d a tallow burn all y, ’ ’ An d w e stitch d and s titch d away h h i o f h In t e t ck smoke our bre at . - e e w e Poor worn out slops w r , With h e arts as h e avy as l e ad ; ’ ” But Patie n ce ! sh e s coming ! said i se e Co urage , boys wa t and ’ Fr eedo m s ah e ad

i e a n d e But Tom was l ttl w ak , T h e h ard h ours sh ook h im ; e h is h e e Hollowe r gr w c k , And wh e n h e be gan to S pea k in h im Th e coug h g took .

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THE H OIV R OD E N N OE . . L

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N F L BO R A SO G O A U .

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FROM th e n e e ce ie lo g sl p of ntur s, Ri e i e s , ar s l Ye i be m e n S e s w ll at last, not lav , From your c radle s to your grave s ; Life is d awning in your e ye s ; Arise

e h i e th e i W ary c ldr n of so l , Wh o toil a n d toil i i li o f i h Pat e nt m l ons n g t , ce th e i h Turn worn fa s to l g t, i h e in d im e P te ous ung r ye s , Arise

Miser e d a n d i d abl , umb , bl n , Of h umankind With divine st d isconte nt S n s s a a re e n to y oul at l st r t, S ON GS OF FRE E D OM

Human souls imm e rse d a n d bo we d In th e d ark d ull e arth ye plough e d ! From brute su ffe ring ye bre ak ; Awake

M m e n wh o e d sc e d urmur rul you , ar h e d e W at ! y ar d , D i h i e d e e olt s bov n bon sm n , y a i i h cce o f th e f e e To cl m , w t a nts r , Fo r e e a n d e a n d yours lv s, bab s, Human live s

M ied i ce i th e umm pr n l ng of past, Ecc e i l s ast, h h d i Sh i S opman , ove rs a ow ng re s, Di i d e e e a n d i n ng l gat s, squ re s , d a n d A mone ye mob aghast pale , Rant a n d rail

Wh o to ld sc h e you , um of all t e arth An d dash e d our mirth ? Wh o told e e h e e you , r b ls , t at y g rov l c d in h e l Hungry and ol many a ov , O r th at th e famine of your wage Torture s old a g e ?

Wh o ? le t him d fo r his told you rown t , With our bliss 1 We h h w e e e i r , t oug l av you gno ant, Le e e h d i st y b ol a yawn ng want , D e d ci d e a n d e ol you gra ous ol s , gav Gh ostly ch e e r to ke e p you brave Ye a e we d u e ! , paup rs , and g your grav Ye rave 2 78 S ON GS OF FRE E D OM .

S r s d s n s i talwa t , tur y o of to l, ’ Ne e r re coil l Dare th e y th re ate n viol e nce Form your phalanx d e e p a n d d e nse I h h h s c W at t oug tyrant always ry, h o d e h e i W e n G consum s t r tyranny, D are not rouse you from your S wound ; ’ H e ave n s ord e r ye c onfound N e e e be a b e i e v r f ar c lm , w s Holy fi r e inflame your e ye s G o d shall smite your e ne mie s Arise l

2 80 S ON GS OF FRE E D OM

Pol a nd thy lanc e - h e ads brigh te n Th e Tartar has swe pt thy n ame ’ ’ F th e ch o h th e i h rom s olman s c art, but patr ot s e art e e e its i e in Pr s rv s l n s flame .

e d h e o f Ir lan mot r dolors , T h e trial on th e e d e sce nd s Wh o u a ile th in e h e th e e is e q f ar w n t st n ar, His d e e bon age n v r e nds .

e i h i s th e e Oppr ss on , t at k ll crav n , ' D e fi e d is th e f e e , r man s good N o cause can b e lost fo r e ve r wh ose c ost ’ i Fre e d o m s o d Is co ne d from blo .

’ Libe rty s wine a n d altar Ar e blood and h uman righ t He r e h be h i e th e s r e i h w ak s all strong , w l t uggl w t w rong

Is a sacrificial figh t .

— Earth for th e pe opl e th e ir law s th e ir o wn An e qual race for a ll fe w wh o his a re e Th ough sh atte re d and , to t tru h e Shall flourish th e more t y fall . S ON GS OF FRE E D OM 2 81

IN S YM j OE N AD D G TON ON D S .

A VISTA.

SAD h e h i th e e i art , w at w ll futur br ng To h appie r m e n wh e n w e a re gone ? h e d h d h e W at gold n ays s all awn for t m , Transce nd ing all w e gaze upo n ?

i i e be id e W ll our long str f la at r st , Th e warfar e of our blind d e sire s Be m e rge d in a pe rpe tual p e ace An d love illume b u t h arml e ss fire s ?

i h e e se h h i Sh all fa t , r l a d from form s t at c a n e e e th e i i h i e e And fr z sp r t w l w pray , Exp e c t with calm a n d ard e nt e ye s ’ Th e morning of d e ath s brigh t e r d a y

Th e se th ings sh all be A loftie r race ’ h e e r th e h h h i e T an world at known , s all r s h e f e e d in h e i Wit flam of r om t r souls, i h ie ce in h i e e And l g t of sc n t e r y s .

h e Sh b e f f d a n d T y all e pur rom rau , know Th e nam e s of prie st a n d king no more ’ Fo r th e m no place man s h and sh all h old Th e o f a n d balan ce s pea ce war . 2 82 S ON GS OF FRE E D OM

r b e h be e e e a n d y s all g ntl , brav , strong , S i o f b e To p ll no drop lood , but dar All th at may plant man ’ s lord sh ip firm n h a n d fi re a n d s a a n d a ir O e art e .

i i d i h d Nat on with nat on , lan w t lan , Inarmed sh all live as comrad e s fre e ; In e ve ry h e art a n d brain sh all th rob n e i Th e pulse of o e frat rn ty.

Th e y shall be simple in th e ir h ome s An d s e d id 1n h e i ic s pl n t r publ way , Filling th e mansions o f th e state i h m ic i h h i e W t us and w t ymn s of pra s .

i e e ic h o f id e In a sl s maj st , alls pr , G e e n h e ie rov s , gard s , bat s , and gall r s, Manh ood and youth a n d a g e sh all m e e t e i To grow by conv rse inly w se .

’ h be e Woman s all man s mat and pe e r, h i n f i a n d In all t ngs stro g and a r good , Still we ari ng on h e r brows th e c rown Of i e c e d h e h d s nl ss sa r mot r oo .

Hi h ie d h i h i h e fr n s p , t rto unknown , Or e e h d i i e by gr at po ts alf v n d , Sh b e d i h i all urn , a st a fast star, w t n T h f t h e calm cle ar e t e r o h e mind .

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WILFRID S CA WE N BL UN I f

E F R A PL A O EGYPT.

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HA E h i h o w it ? I V a t ng to say . But to say d h I h ave a cause to ple a . But to w at e ars ? How sh all I move a world by lam e ntation ’ A world which h e e d e d not a N ation s te ars ?

h e ice th e e s How s all I sp ak of just to aggr s ors, O f i h i s h e i h s i d e n r g t to K ng w os r g t nclu all wro g, Of h S e c ft r e in e ce i i trut to tat ra , t u but d v ng, O f e i th pe ac to Pre late s , p ty to e Strong

Wh e re sh all I fi n d a h e aring ? In h ig h place s ? Th i f h h e e vo ce o avoc drowns t voice of good . ’ O n th e th rone s st e ps ? Th e e ld e rs of th e nation h i a n d fo r b Rise in t e r ranks call aloud lood .

’ Wh e re ? In th e stre e t ? Alas for th e world s re ason

N o t e e ie e h i e e h e d e . P rs , not Pr sts alon t s d d av on Th e cloth e s o f th ose h igh H e bre ws stoning Ste ph e n — e h d u s a e e o n e . W re e l by all of y, v ry

Ye t e th e e e . N a h e e e e n non l ss I sp ak y, r by H av hi a e e e T s t sk at l ast a po t b st may do , d e i th e i h To stan alon aga nst m g ty many ,

An d force a h e aring fo r th e we ak and fe w . S ON GS OF FRE E D OM 2 85

SON N ET.

“ (FROM IN V IN C U LIS .

L G h e se ch e th e e h i e ON av I ar d art for l b rty, ce a n d fa r In de se rt pla s lands abroad , h e i h e i e h d b W e re n t r k ngs nor constabl s s oul e ,

N r Ma n Go d . o any law of , alas , or F e e E i h e h r dom , qual ty , and Brot r ood , h e e e e ie h ich e e T s w r my quarr s , w t rnally Fle d f f e f e rom my ootst ps ast as I pursu d , e i a S a d ph antoms of d s re by land and se .

e e it is e e . S i e S , nd d ck and ov rborn e f e f a n d n ch e lie By o s and ools , my lo g as , I ’ e e in h e e i ife H r , t s walls, w th all l s soul forlorn e e i — a n d in e th e cr H rd d I wa t , my ars y, ’ h e e in M o Alas , poor brot rs , qual an s sc rn , ’ ” An d e e in d d ibe d ie fr Go s goo l rty to . M 2 86 S ON GS OF FRE E D O .

S T UAR T BLA CRIE .

S NG F ER E A O O S CO TTIS H H O S .

’ ’ I LL i if h e m e i e m e n s ng you a song , you ll ar l k , f th e d th i th e c a n d th e e O lan of e mounta n , ro k , gl n , An d th e h e e wh o b e d fo r th e S c i h e ro s l old ott s caus , Wh e n th e South ron insulte d our kirk and our laws ; ’ Fo r e e a d fo r S c d e t th e ce w ll mak a st n otlan y , Walla h e and t e Bruc , e e h e a n d Though frosty wits may sn r at om , Cockne ys pour abuse i h th e fi r e R e r s a n d th e i h o f W t of ob rt Bu n , fa t stout h Jo n Knox , ’ We ll b e more th an a match for th e smooth English folks

th e a n d th e i th e h a n d th e e In moor mounta n , strat gl n , E e c e e o f th e e S c i h m e n v ry ro k t lls a tal brav ott s , f i h -h d wh o d e th e i O th e h g e arte martyrs , ma k ng pause , h e h e in d e e ed a n d e d s W n sw l d our fr om , trampl on our law .

— Th e king lost h is h e ad foo ls may wh impe r a n d wh in e ; h e s it e ie e m e m e i i e But lo t , b l v , by judg nt d v n , h e h e c e c n e d i ic i e d W n am , a row tra tor, to p k w ck flaws

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M 288 S ON GS OF FRE E D O .

MA KA E RI C C Y.

FR M “ O R L DE T L ER ” O A CH A O O IB TY.

O S N L IKE Li e i h e e s e U b rty , w t y of flam , ’ M h e a n d i i D e i h ot r ma d , mmortal , man s l g t F i e h in e a r st and first art t ou name and fam , An d e h h e e th e e i h non s all rob t of y v st d r g t . h e e is h e h h f i e i W r t man , t oug fi ty t m s a k ng, Sh th e id e e th e S i ? all stay t , or count rmand pr ng h e e is h e h h i e e And w r , t oug fifty t m s a knav , Sh all track th y ste ps to ca st th e e in a grave ?

O ld th e h a n d n as sun art t ou , you g as morn , e h i h e th e e e bl And fr s as Apr l w n br ze s ow, An d i i h i e th e i g rt w t glory l k grow ng corn , d e fi e ike i e And un l d l mounta ns mad of snow . ’ O h th o u r t th e e o f th e o f m e n , summ r souls , ’ i h d d a n d And poor m e n s r g ts , approve by swor Ar e e e f- e i th e mad s l c rta n as day at noon , f i e h i An d air to v e w as flow rs t at grow n Jun e .

! L h e e e e c ll th S i ook , w r r t and ta y ymbol wa ts, Th e i o f F e f ie e d th e d e e g ft ranc to r nds b yon p , A lofty pre se n ce at th e oce an -gate s With lips o f pe ace and e ye s that c annot w e e p ;

B 1 s S e o f Lib i n o k u e rtold tatu e rty Ne w Y r harbo r. S N S F FRE E D M 2 O G O O . 89

A n e w - born Te llus with uplifte d arm i h th e e a n d e e th e f h m To l g t s as, k p land rom ar i h th e c o f th e d a To l g t oast at downfall y , e i h th e e i e - And dow r w t dawn dark n ng wat r way .

O s u n lihe iber t w ith e es o a m e L y , y f fl , M othe r a n d m a id imm or ta l ster n o n ow I , , f Fa i r est a n d r st a r t th a n i n n a me a n d a m e fi f , A n d th ou sh a lt w ea r th e lig h tn i ng o n thy br o w S ON GS F FR E D OM O E .

II E C ARKE . . L .

RE E R D N A B L I I NG SO G .

RID E i e th e i h on , r d on , for n g t is gon e , is in th e And dawn sky , And ove rh e ad in our re be l r e d Th e e o f bann rs morning fly . Th e ch f h i e starry wat rom t e r plac s go , Th e b e i d r e v e illée ugl r w n s blow , ’ e e i h i i fo e And a tryst s to k p w t a wa t ng , r th is i h O e ve r e noon h g .

We ch th e i h th e a n d i h wat fl g t of day n g t , Th e sh adows a r e fain to c ling ; th e su n sh a fts i e e d a n d i e But qu v r on fi l r v r, ’ Ni h t s h h d d e i g osts fly s u r ng, As wh e n w e ch arge th rough th e fi e ld th at n e ars From th e le ve l points o f our h e a dlong sp e ars Shall fly th e g uardsme n and gre nadie rs f i O our g rac ous Lord th e King.

Rid e id e e th e i e be fast , r fast , l st t m past Ri e e h e e e d , l st t y d m us slow ; F ie m a be e th e o f ha e r nds y lat , but tryst t k h e h i h fo e Must be e pt to t our w t a . W a r e e w e a re e d ie e r ady to fight, r ady to , We a re re ad y for all th ings e xce pt to fly ; Rid e i e f id e e i on , r d ast , r m rr ly, Ke e p time to th e song w e know .

292 S ON GS OF FRE E D OM

' - WILLIAM S HE AR E R AI TRIIV.

’ ER ES R E HURRAH FO R SC OTLAN D S H O B AV .

’ O G I E m e o o e r i p to s ng a sang , h i e o n h i bill d W l t s I stan , ’ An d lo ok w i wo n d rous gaze alang fe i A fre e and rt le land , Upon th e g rund our g rand sire s trod e e In ag s lang gon by, h e a n d o d Wh a foc t for fre dom for G , n d o fe a r d i A we r na t to e . ’ Hurrah fo r S co tland s h e roe s brave

In age s lang gone by , Wh o f fo r f e a n d Go d ocht r e dom for ,

And w e re n a fe a r t to d ie .

D h e e h th e e r i own t r , w aur g rows y llow g a n , e id e th e e B s grassy m ad , ’ And up in yonde r w in d in gl e n h h e e c e fe e W aur s p and attl d , ’ Lang sta n d in sta n es mark out th e place h e e h a n d e d T y brav ly foc t bl , ’ Wh e n tyrant foe s wi ruth le ss gr ace in d e Th e ir country would va .

h i e i e hi s se e W l gaz ng round , m t nk I o -h e d m e n Th e se brave , b ld arte Com e march ing down to pibroch gle e Th e h h e s aggy, bus y gl n , S ON GS OF FRE E D OM 2 93

D o n n éd in tartan plaid and kilt h ie e e e - ie And s ld w l battl tr d, ’ And hung in b u ckl d le ath e rn be lt d d h e i i e A broa swor by t r s d .

A a n d e h i se e h e i e y, m t nks I t m ra s h i b e h e e T e r sword a ov t m bar , ’ And h e ar th e m sh out th e ir c ountry s praise With wild de fiant a ir ; h e h h e i r e s T n rus upon t r ty ant fo , th e e - cr Wh e n rose battl y, An d h d ba n d h e c e an to around t m los , d i With out a fe ar to e . ’ Hurrah for Scotland s h e roe s brave e e In ag s lang gon by, Wh o f ch F e e a n d fo r Go d o t for r dom , An d w e ren a fe a rt d ie to . 294 S ON GS OF FRE E D OM

R OBE R T BIRD .

FREED M O F T HE LL THE O HI S .

' HERE S o o u in r T glo m upon y mounta b ow , ’ h e e k e in o u e T r s dar n ss y gl n , N o more th e whi te fall Sparkle s n o w d n In yond e r h azy e . h e d a r th e f e th e Hus e e tun ul grov s, su n e s i ri B am not on babbl ng lls , Strong h and s a re taking o n e by o n e Th e fre ed om of th e hills

’ Oh wh at is S cotland s gr e ate st prid e ? Is it h r e f i e str ams and ounta ns, Lo ch i e a n d o d s e d in id ? s, sl s , dark wo spr a g w e ’ N a y ! tis h e r glorious moun tain s h e e i e r e a n d Sh i h W r gran t g y, ngly s e e n li c th e e h e F ng ba k sun tog t r , ’ h i e Mong ye llow w ns and brack n gre e n , h And fragr ant purple e ath e r .

Sha ll me n give up th e ir fre e re sort h s i e i h a n d c id e T at qu r s, w t gun artr g , Ma y h ave th e ir brie f a n d blood y sport ’ M h e s se a n d id e ? ong p a ant, grou , partr g

2 6 SON GS OF FRE E D OM 9 .

THE R F ER’ F E L C O T S AR WE L.

’ FAREW ELL th e th e h i h e to cot mong w ns and t bracken , Th e in th e th e th e h e sand bay , and rocks on s or , e e - d i S ff a n d e e K le a ke n To d p soun ng ta a, b aut ous y , e e e e e h e e e e e I l av th , p rc anc to r turn n v rmor . Th e i in e e th e i i f i b rds s g as sw t by y cl ar spr ng ng ounta ns, Th e h i e b i h th e h i th s a sun s n s as r g t on lls and e e , ’ o e r th e e e a n d h i h e i i But y d p vall ys g , sw ll ng mounta ns Th s f d e e d n o e o t win s of fr om longe r blow fre e .

Gre e n strath s to th e sh e e p h ave be e n give n with out e e m asur , e th e d e e fo r th e e i And gl ns to r , strang r to k ll , ’ d ch ie f i e e And all for a prou ta n s profit or pl asur , Th c a re d is e e li e h is th e h i y lans p rs d k t e m t on ll . h e e e e e th e h e th e h i i th d e n s W r onc w r aml t , s e l ng s, e gar , n d i co e e a n d i d A rust c nt ntm nt n ustry dwelt, d h e h i e d a n d n d s a r th e Col art s, ru n walls, gre e n mou e warde ns h h That mark th e lost om e of t e poor vanish e d Ce lt .

wh o e h e e d th e r e d h e h e But can forg t as tr a s at r, h h e ice h i e th e b e e e And e ars t lost vo s t at r s on r z , Th e m e n wh o h ave g on e in th e ir h undre ds toge th e r

i ie th e id e e . To crowd th e dark c t s , or cross w s as ’ h e ife be h e i e I d rat r for l a poor umbl to l r , f e e cl With conscie nce rom outrag and cru lty e ar, h o f e h e h b e e e e i e T an lon ly art s a car l ss d spo l r , To mak e th e m th e h ome o f th e sh e e p a n d th e d e e r. S N GS OF FRE E D OM 2 O . 97

Th e i n h s e e s h i e h e r h i d re a re ba msh e d nat o t at l p w l c l n , Wh o d i e d h e r e - e e Sh e stoo l k a guard roun wav b at n or , i e da e i h cr th e i h W ll som y awak w t a y to van s e d , th e fe e h e e e A cry for t t at r turn n v rmore . M b e h e e i h i h e e h e e e e y r ast av s w t s g s as I l av t for v r, ’ To th ink th at man s pl e asure sh ould work su ch de e p w o e

e i ? Forge t thy d ar mounta ns Ah , no , I shall n e ve r F e h e e i l i h d e e org t t t l H g lan blood c as s to flow .

- F La w L r cs rom y i . 298 S ON GS OF FRE E D OM

TIM H S U I A OT Y D . LL V N

GO D SAVE I RELAN D !

IN MEMo RY O F T HE E x EC U T ION o F W ILLIAM P. ’ L IC HAEL LAR D M E A L EN , M KIN , AN IC HAEL O BRI N ,

2 3RD N O VE MBE R 1 867.

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Gi i h c e e rt around w t ru l fo s, S i h e i i i e t ll t r sp r t proudly ros , Fo r h e h h o f h e h e d h e a n d t y t oug t arts t at lov t m , far n e ar ; O f th e millions tru e and brave ’ ’ O e r th e ce e i e o an s sw ll ng wav , An d th e ie in h e e e d fr nds oly Ir land v r e ar . G o d save Ire land said th e y proud ly God save Ire land said th e y a ll : Wh e th e r on th e scaffold h ig h O r th e e - fi e ld we d ie battl , h h h e fo r E i d e we I O , w at matte r, w n r n ar fall

S F E E D M 36 6 S ON G O FR O .

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T HE FEN EN IAN M .

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u r e a n d e h e e e c ffe d a n d d e id e d O pray rs our t ars av b n s o r , ’ ’ Th e y ve Sh ut out God s sunligh t from spirit a n d mind ; O u r foe s w e re unite d and w e we re divid e d ; We m e t a n d h e e e d th e i d , t y scatt r us all to w n e i But once mor re turn ng, With in our ve ins burn ing Th e e h i i e d Ah e rlo w e fir s t at llum n d ark gl n , ai th e c r e We r se old y an w, Sl o gan of C0 11 and Hug h e th e Fe i Me n O u t , a n d mak way for n an 9 1 S ON GS OF FRE E D OM . 3

We h e m e n th e N e f m th e S i a n d th e av from or , ro u r, Sh annon ; ’ Le t th e s c e h e rin ce i tyrant om fort , w ll b g for aga nst force ; u r n i th e d a n d i e i th c O pe s swor , our vo c s e annon ,

Ri i e a n d h e i h e . fle for r fl , ors aga nst ors ’ We ve mad e th e false Saxon yie ld Many a r e d battle -fi e ld ; Go d i e we i i on our s d , w ll do so aga n h e wo e fo r o e Pay t m back w , Gi e h e v t m back blow for blow , u t a n d th F i M n ! O , make way for e e n an e

Sid e id e h i c se h e e f h e s e d by s for t s au av our for at r battl , Wh e n our h ills n e ve r e ch oe d th e tre ad of a slave ; n e e e d h e e th e e d e h i r e d O many gr n fi l s , w r l a n a l attl , ’ Th ro th e r e d gap o f glory th e y march ed to th e grave . An d h o i h i we , w n e r t a n d i i i Th e ir name s th e r sp r t , ’ Will march ne ath o u r Banne rs of Libe rty ; th e n h o e All w lov Saxon law, N i a sse n a h at ve or S , u t a n d e th F i m e n O , mak way for e e n an

th e c e h e i f h e e e Up for aus , t n , fl ng ort our gr n Bann rs, F th e e th e e f m th e h th e rom ast to w st , ro sout to north , i h d i h m e n i h i h i h e Ir s lan , Ir s , Ir s m rt , Ir s mann rs , F th e i a n d l t th e h rom mans on cot e slogan go fort . d S ons of old Ire lan , now, L e Sir la n d ? ov you our e , now e th e ki th e h e e Com from rk , or c ap l , or gl n D own with all faction old ; ce i d Con rt , and act on bol , Th is is th e c re ed o f th e Fe n ian Me n 9 2 S ON GS F F 3 O RE E D OM.

E RN E S T BIL TON .

D AND L R IVES AZA U S .

D ID e e h Di wh o i e d in i e ? you v r e ar of ve s , l v Pale st n

e i h b e e c h e d 1n e e . A marv llous r c man was , w ll lot sup rfin His e e d i h e h o o d h is i e s tabl groan w t w alt of f , w n by gallons ran No d e h e e e e a n d i e d e won r gr w sl k stout , just l k an al r man ! n h e m a n ed L s h e ess a n d sic a n d A ot r nam azaru , om l k poor , ’ h es be th e ich cr s th e ich In op to g r man s umb , lay at r man ’ s door He h e th e d i h i hi ie d ard soun s of m rt w t n , but not a fr n

h a d h e ,

E ce th e d wh o i e d h is e in i e h . x pt og s, l ck sor s s l nt sympat y ’ You ll th ink it strange th at such a thi ng c ould h e h e e e app n r b low, - h i in fa r o ff h i e . But t s was a land , a long w l ago

N o w Di e i fe e d e e v s da ly ast , and was gorg ously array d , ’ N o t e c se h e i e it e c e at all b au l k d , but b aus twas good for trade Th at th e pe ople migh t h ave calico h e cloth e d h imse lf in i s lk , An d surfe ite d himse lf o n cre am tha t th e y migh t g et the milk ;

F /l 304 S ON GS OF RE E D O l .

E I H N E SB I T D T BLAN D E .

ALL IN ALL.

WHEN a ll th e n igh t is h orrible with clamour f i e d e h th i h O vo ce le ss curs s ark r t an e n g t , h e i h h e e Is e i h e h i e W n l g t of sun t r not , n t r stars n , e th h i o f Ri h No r any b acon on e ll g t , h i i h Li e h S ne , 0 th ou L g t of f , upon our pat way , F e e d b e h i h r om, t ou our l g t

’ Si ce li e s a re d iffi c a n d d e n all f ways ult r ary, An d f se e e ch h h e e i al st ps o t roug t rn ty, And th e re 15 nough t to le an on as w e journe y h h d h d be By pat s not smoot as ownward pat s woul , We h ave no oth e r h e lp— we n e e d no oth e r F e d w e e h e e ! r e om , l an on t

’ Th e a e 8 se a n d th e h e o f sl v ba murmur t r at tyrants, ” Th e ice c d wh o c i e cr Re e vo of owar s r ng and y tr a , “ t Th e h i e o f th e e w sp r wor d , Com wh e re powe r calls ” l th e e ! Th e h i e th e e h Le t i e b e w sp r of fl s , l f swe e t . Sile n ce all th e se with thy divine command ing ; ’ Guid e th o u thy child ren s fe e t S ON GS OF FRE E D OM 39 5

Fo r h e e h e e w e e th e c s th e t , for t b ar ros , banne r, Fo r th e e a re all our battl e s fough t and wo n ; Fo r h e e e e e w e e e d t was v ry pray r ve r utte r , Fo r th e e h a s e ve ry d e e d of ours be e n d one ; h e e e — h e e i h To t w pre ss to t , tr ump ant Sple n d our . 0 F e e d e d 1 r om , l a us on

h h e d w e d o n o t fe to Wh e re t ou s alt l a ar follow . h h h e we h e in h e e T ou ast our arts ; follow t m t . i Li h h e e h h h Spir t of g t , w at v r t ou s alt s ow us , i n th e i h w e h e se e Strong fa t , s all not f ar to ; We re ach to th e e th rough all th e wave s of darkn e ss f th d O all e ays to be . 306 S ON GS OF FRE E D OM

AME S E I GH O YN E j L j S .

THE ROLL- LL OF T HE E CA AG S.

HARK th e voice o f e ve ry n atio n ’ Mid its to il a n d tribulation i its i Work ng out own salvat on , Pre ssing onward to th e goal i i B dd ng no man turn or tarry, id d i e ch h is e B ng a burd n c arry , i l th e i e h r id T l br d e br e groom marry , ’ Till e arth s wound e d h e arts b e wh ol e ; i l th e d - id R i T l worl w e e volut on, its i h i In tr ump of ablut on , Swe e p e ach outworn institution ’ D th e i own flood T me s wate rs roll .

h e wh o e e e Hark to t os w nt b for us, h e s h e e h - e H e ro art w os d at pangs bor us, e c e h e i ch Us th y all to sw ll t r orus, h h h k o f e T oug t e y now not our nam . Le t h e e h e e us follow w r t y l ad us , i h wh o h e h e e u s Car n g noug t at or d , Fo r th e sake o f th e m th at ne e d us

Re cking ligh tly o f th e sh ame . ’ th f i h i e ie e O ur s e a th t at w ns b l v rs, ’ i i e ce i e O ur s t s to scorn d v rs, ’ ’ Our s to know th e world s gre at we ave rs h s ie d e e Of t e tor w ft of fam .

08 3 S ON GS OF FRE E D OM .

R H D R F E D E N E S ON .

T HE O E F FREED M V IC O O .

LO D c th e it r in e th we h e h e d it in U a ross world g , av ar our sle e p We h e h e w e h e e d h av ard and av wak n e , t ough our be i e e slum r ng was d p . Many a man wh ose h e art nigh faile d h im in th e long a n d we ary nigh t N o w with soul aglow is watch ing for th e d awning o f th e i l gh t . ’ An d th e voice o e r all th e nation s h a s gone forth upon th i e w nd , i h h e d e i i i h h h o Be ar ng ope to t os spa r ng , s g t to t ose w

wande re d b ind . l ” “ e o h m e n th e d ice ie h e if e Wak , , lou vo cr t , wak , y be m e n ind e e d ’ i e e e be e e d e e s W ll y sl p and slum r v r , boun to s rv a tyrant gre e d ? S e o h i e h a e e e e n th e e o f ur ly all too long , to l rs, v y b slav s gold Ar e m e n h e e i e e i e o ld ? e y , or av y qu t forgott n of your s r s of Hope not Fre e dom from th e maste rs wh o re ap pl e asure from your pain All th e fre e dom th e y would give you is but le ngth e ning o f th e ch ain . h e e e h e e h e it W e n th e y se e ye pal and r stl ss, t y may l ngt n wh i a t, S i e he hi e e h e be c e ooth ng y t w l to slumb r, t at y ont nt ith i w t, S N GS OF FRE E M O D O . 39 9

Sh e it e h e c e c h d th e ak from you altog t r om , lasp an s, i h is e n g t lat , An d th e gold e n d awn is flush ing round abo th e e as e rn ” ut t gate . n i ch i n h ic h h i A d w e r se , our a ns upo us, at t e vo e t at t r lls h us th roug . th i e i h h e e w a r e Lo , e p t ous s g t t at gr ts us e but a e e fe w w ake n d , n lie c d e in th e A d around us our omra s , know g not bonds h e a t e y w r, S e e i th e i h we e e e i th e h e we ng not l g t gaz at , f l ng not op be ar.

L d d le t c l h e . S e e h e m i i o n e ou ly , lou ly us al t m t r s ng o n e by , Till our little ba n d grows str on ge r und e rn e ath th e risin g sun . b o u r s h e h Fre e w e must e . In ouls t se rap voice of Libe rty ’ Th rills till e ve ry ch ord is tre mbling as a h a rpstrin g s m e lody . S e e th e c d e i sc e i h e i h e , lou s b g n to att r ; br g t r, br g t r grows th e day ; w e se e th e i h d th e n i h Happy to morn ng ol lo g, long n g t at bay We th e to ile t s sh e be th e i e d ri e , , all no long r pass v v n Slave s e e h h h We h ave se n a nobl r future . W at t oug pie rce d with many grav e s Be th e way th at le ads to fre e d om ? Sh all we sh un th e gloriou s d a y Th ough our ve ry n am e s sh ould pe rish in th e e age rne ss of fray ? Lo h e s a re se t it a n d e e a re th e , our art upon , our f t on road ’ th e id e a n d le t d - o n Li e Burn br g , us forwar , to b rty s a bod e ! 31 9 S ON GS OF FRE E D OM

WAL TE R

FREED OM IN MER A ICA.

HERE is th h e 0 F e e d ? e h e W y om , r om Hav t y Thine image up upon a rock to gre e t All com e rs sh aking from th e ir wand e ring fe e t Th e o f th e d e f e dust old worl bondag , to org t Th e n ie d ce e tyra n s of frau and for , nor fr t , h e e m e n a r e e i h ch i e e W r qual , slav s a n unm t No r i e e d d isc e e a t b tt r br a of ont nt to , e e h e e ce o f th e e h a r e m e t ? H r , w r all ra s art Ame rica be n ea th th y band e d fla g O f o ld it th o h m e n e e e was y b ast t at w re fr , h i k e e e c e o. To t n , to sp ak to m t , to om , to g Wh at m e ane th th e n th e gibb e t a n d th e g a g ’ H e ld up to Labour s sons wh o would n o t se e — Fair Fre e d om but a mask a h ollow sh ow ?

31 2 S ON GS OF FRE E D OM

Th e e i h e t b e i e p asant bra n s all y w s , Th e untam e d pulse g row calm and still ; Th e b i h se e th e w i e l nd s all , lo ly r s ’ k in e e i e il And Wor p ac T m s wondrous w l .

’ d a i h e c Some y, w t out a trump t s all , ’ Th is n e ws will o e r th e e arth b e blow n Th e h e ritage com e s back to all Th e myriad monarch s take th e ir own N S F F 1 S O G O RE E D OM. 3 3

E E FFR E y R HE ] AM S j O C .

F R T HE EO LE O P P .

’ WE a re th e h e we rs and d e lve rs wh o toil for anoth e r s g a m Th co m in o n c d a n d th e e s n e d a n d e lo s rabbl , tu t of brow i bra n . e th e e o f th h h Wh at do w want , gl an e rs , e arve st we ave re ape d ? h w e th e e e o f th e h e we h e W at do want , n ut rs , on y av h e ape d

We want th e dron e s to b e drive n away from our golde n h oard ; We want to sh are in th e h arve st ; w e want to sit at th e board ; We want wh at sword or suffrage h a s n e ve r ye t won fo r

man , Th e fruits of h is toil Go d promise d wh e n th e c urse of toil be gan .

We h e rie d th e d a n d ce e th e c s a n d th e av t swor s ptr , ro s c e sa r d word , th e e a n d th i d is e t h e e th e In all y ars, e k ng om not y r of d Lor . i i i Ar h e i e Is t use le ss, all our wa t ng ? e t y fru tl ss, all our praye rs ? th e h e h i e m n e e e e i ei e Has w at , w l e w r sl p ng, b ng ov r sowe d with tar e s ? 1 S ON S F F E E D M 3 4 G O R O .

Wh at gain is it to th e pe opl e th at a Go d laid d own h is ife l , If e ce ie f e h is be ife ? , tw nty ntur s a t r, world a world of str If th e se rried ranks be facing e ach oth e r with ruth l e ss e e y s , ’ An d e e in h e i h d h S i s c i ce ? st l t r an s, w at profits a av our s a r fi

Ye h e ie d a n d f i e d e in in to d i e c av tr , a l to rul us ; va r t h e i d av tr e . N o t h th e th e e e i d th e w olly fault of rul r, not utt rly bl n g uide M h e e e e e h a ayhap t r n ds not a rul r, may ap w e c n fi n d th e

way. e e h e e d i e e h e le d At l ast y av rul to ru n , at l ast y av astray.

Wh at matte r if king or c onsul or pre side nt h old s th e

r e m , ’ If c rime a n d pove rty e ve r b e links in th e bondman s chain ? Wh at care th th e burd e n -be are r th at Libe rty packe d h is

load , If Hunge r pre sse th beh ind h im with a sh arp a n d re ady goa d

’ ’ Th e re s a se rf wh ose ch ains a re of pape r th e re s a king with a parchme nt c rown h e e a r e b e i h a n d i d s in f c e d T r rob r kn g ts br gan a tory , fi l ,

and town . But th e vassal pays h is tribute to a lord of wage a n d re nt ; ’ ’ An d h b is h c i h e h -a n d - o d t e aron s toll S ylo k s , w t a fl s blo r c pe e nt.

1 6 N F 3 S O GS O FRE E D OM.

FRA I F N A . H C S A Y.

RE EL E R A B H A T.

FROM e e e i ife d e r b l v ns my l I r w, e e In r b l arms I lay , From re be l lips th e l e ssons kne w Th at le d m e d a y by d a y ; c e d e e e e And ro k to r st on r b l br ast, An d e d e e nurs on r b l kne e , h e e e a n d e ru e T r wok gr w, for we al or , e e h e in m A r b l art e .

e e h e e be h ! A r b l art, a r l e art From taint of th rald om fre e Go d e h e i h h d a n d ill str ngt n st ll , t roug goo , A re be l h e art in m e

My h ome was wh e re th e Moh e r h e ights ’ e d o e r th e e Rise rugg wav , ’ ’ And nature s sce ne s a n d nature s sigh ts Forba de m e live a slave . Th e billows on th e crag th at crash e d S till th und e re d Libe rty And at th e cry th robbe d fast a n d high m Th e re be l h e art in e . 1 S ON GS OF FRE E D OM . 3 7

’ d c ch e e e d e I re a my ountry s qu r pag , h e r h I sang d e at le ss songs, e h e r f a e a e I w pt woe s rom g to g , And burn e d to righ t h e r wrongs And wh e n I saw to British law h be th e e e S e ne ve r nt kn , h d e e t e e O , prou r y for Ir land b at in m Th e re be l h e art e .

’ ’ I v e e e e I v e d e e wand r d ast , wan r d we st , ’ Mid ce e f e e s n s and ac s strang , An d passing ye ars h ave in my bre ast Worke d many a wond rous ch ange : O n e h e i h d op of old st ll firm I ol , ’ An d c in e h b e old art I ll , Er e bre aks or fails or sinks or quails Th e e e h e t in m e r b l ar .

e e h e e e e A r b l art, a r b l h art From taint o f thrald om fre e ; Go d e h e i h u h d a n d ill str ngt n st ll , t ro g goo , Th e re be l h e art in m e 31 8 S ON GS OF FRE E D OM

FA N N Y FAR N E LL . — 1848 1882.

O M R M P ST O TE .

S HALL i e e e e h th O c ! m n y s b old y glory , my ountry Sh all mine e ye s be h old thy glory ? O r h th e e se d s all darkn ss clo aroun th e m , e re th e su n blaze Bre ak a t last upon thy story ?

h e th e i o e fo r h e e h e i W n nat ons p t t r que e nly circle , e e n e w i e h i h e e As a sw t s st r a l t , Sh h e e i be e e in c e a n d si e ce all t s l ps s al d allous d ath l n , Th at h ave known but to be wail th e e ?

Sh th e e a r be d e f h e th i e all a t at only lov d y pra s s , Wh e n all m e n th e ir tribute bring th e e ? Sh th e h b e h h e e in th s all mout clay , t at sang t y qualor , ’ Wh e n all poe ts mouth s sh all sin g th e e ?

Ah th e h arpings a n d th e salvos and th e sh outin gs Of th y e xil e d sons re turning h h ea h h d a n d d e e d a n d th e I s ould r, t oug e ad moul r , grave -d amps ’ i Sh ould n o t ch ill my bosom s burn ng .

29 S ON GS OF FRE E D OM 3 .

“ BARLAS ( E vely n D oug la s

LE E N E BARBAR X J U OU .

!C e Ba r b a r o u x th e b e a n d m e si i o f th e harl s , a l st ost nthu ast c Gi d is f i e d o f t h e mi i te R o la w a s c ib e d b ron ts , a r n n s r nd , pros r y ’ Ro b es ie n e i n 1 793 a n d fte e a s w e i w a s ca p , , a r a y r and r ng , p a n d d turod g uillotine .

AS SE N G E R i i in th e fe P , p lgr m land of ar, ’ f i in h i e e a r Th e sound of D e ath s e e t grow ng t n , ’ Th e i h f h e i i th ie s g t o De at s fac r s ng on y v w , What ch ange in th e e sin ce th is tim e ye ste r - ye a r Ba rb a ro u x Young .

’ i h -h i e d i h th e h e e Br g t a r Apollo w t e ro s y s , d r to i fo r e h l ie That e a m e st d re ams o fa r art y sk s , Ma n f e e e h i i a n d e r and qual , all t ngs fa r tru , Wh at sh adows d ark across thy d re am arise ? Ba rba r o u x Young .

Wh e re now th y France ? wh e re now th e ch ose n band Of thy companions ? wh e re th e fair Roland ? h e se a r e e h h i e f ? All t gon , and w at t ng l t to you Pe rch an ce th e gallows in some fore ign land ! Ba r ba r u x Young o . 2 1 S ON GS OF FRE E D OM . 3

F i h d e h h e d fe ie a t ful to at , unc ang by ar or gr f, li i e th i e e ie C ng ng , brav boy, to y subl m b l f, h h h r d h i e a n d e Clasp to t y e art t e poor e , w t blu ; T h i e t f t i h e f h e se e d s all spr ng y rom h e ru n e d s a , Ba rba r u x Young o .

Th e h e e d F ce Sh h ile flag, t at cov r ran too ort a w i h h h e fe d d e e W t oly s ad , now ar and bloo fil , And th rough th e world d e e p th re ate ning storm cloud s bre w . L h c e e h e e e d a n d i e ook t rough to l ar r av ns b yon , sm l , Ba rba r o u x Young .

F e e d h e r a r m e ch e d i se t r om , outstr t but l ps firm , F e h e r e e i h e o f i we t re dom , y s w t t ars p ty , h e r e h e i h o f d d e w But rob splas d w t drops bloo y , F e d th e is d e e t re om , y godd ss, our god ss y , a rb a r o u x Young B .

F d h e th e i re e om , t at tor e rob from k ngs away, h c h e d th e e - ch i in T at lot b ggar ld warm array , F e e d th e h d h i e d th e h d h S e r om , an t at ra s , an t at l w , F e e d i i e h e i d i i e - d a r om , d v n t n , s v n to y, B Young a rba r o u x .

We d o w e e i h in i e a r wn , p r s a surg ng s ; We a re e h e e e not qual , brot rly , nor fr ; Wh o from th is d e ath sh all stoop and raise us ? wh o ? Th F e e th e e ch h e e y r dom , and m mory of su as t , n B You g a rba ro u x. S ON GS OF FRE E D M O .

S N S FROM “ THE LD E TA ZA GO N CITY.

THEY be h appy m e n th at d we ll th e re In th at se re ne abod e ; h e h e h e e h e h T y av no av n nor ll t e re , No r fe ar o f fie nd or god ; ’ E h h is i h e e i ac by soul s l g t st r ng, N o t e i e i h e e e i r st ng , n t r v r ng, No r c ove ting nor fe aring Th e c e r o d e r omp nse or .

’ Th e re gorge ous Plato s spirit b d i i e d e Hangs roo ng l k a ov , And all m e n born inh e rit Lo ve fre e as god s above ; Th e re e ach o n e is to oth e r i e h e A s st r or a brot r , h e h e A fat r or a mot r, e e A lov r or a lov .

’ An d th e e d e e e e s r s wor s tak m asur , h is i - h And th oug t mus c s od , And th e young man sings o f pl e asure Wi h i o f o d th t e w sdom a g , ’ And th e old man s mystic dre aming f i th e e e i Is of a th be yond s m ng , O f th e sh ifting o ce an te e ming h With th e isle s wh e re Truth a s trod .

32 4 S ON GS OF FREE D OM

S YD N E Y O I VIE R L .

TO RE O LU ON R OE A V TI A Y P T.

B EC AU SE you could not ch o ose to c ramp ’ i i in c i Your str pl ng soul ustom s ma l , N o r h e h d th c prate t c atc wor s of e amp , N o r i e h i e fe f i str v to s n , nor ar to a l , Th e re fore your soul was mad e aware i Of many se c re ts of th e a r .

Be cause you c ould not ch oose but h e ar Th e e e w ary rumour und rground , h h fe e d h e i e a r T oug all your llows clos t r , O r k e e i in th n w no m an ng e sound , Th e re fore your e a r and voice gre w fre e Of th e d od all moo s of m e l y.

Be cause from we e k to w e e k you wrough t Th roug h Rhym e or Re ason to make plain ’ Th e burd e n o f our age s th ough t ’ Fo r i i a n d u n tu to r d m e n to l ng , ’ You e arn e d a maste r -c raftsman s skill e i To marsh al words to sp ak your w ll . N GS F FRE E D M 2 S O O O . 3 5

B e cause your h e art w a s wont to move ’ s fo r its h i Le s own than ot e r s pa n , B e cause you d id not fe ar to love i h i fo r i W t only lov ng your ga n , Th e te d ious ye ars h ave h a d no pow e r d ch e e e Your stur y rfuln ss to sour .

d e e c e f e Comra , b aus your soul was r e , B e cause in strife with gloom and wrong e a r a n d e n e e Your p l arnt mast ry, e c e h e i h e a n d B aus your art was bl t strong , Th e re fore for us th e se songs o f yours h th e e h d Bre at e of b auty t at e n ure s. M 32 6 S ON GS OF FRE E D O .

WI I M LL A M ORRIS .

ALL FOR THE CAU S E !

EAR d d in s o th e d a is d H a wor , a wor e as n , for y rawin g i n gh , e n th e a e h c u s— s e i e a n d C us s all all upon om to l v , some to d ie

h d ie sh d ie e a n o n e h h He t at s all not lon ly, many at gon e e e b for , He th at live s sh all be ar no burd e n h e avie r th an th e life th e y bo re .

’ N hi cie is h e i e e n e s e d h e ot ng an nt t r story , but y t r ay t y e d bl , ’ e s h e o f e r h s e e th e i Young t t y a t b lov d , last of all val ant d d ea .

’ E e n th e tidings w e a re te lling was th e tale th e y h a d to t e ll ’ E e n th é h e h h e s ch e ish th e h e fo r op t at our art r , was op h i h h e w c t e y f ll .

th e e h e e h h e ie s h e i In grav w r tyrants t rust t m , l t r labour h i i and t e r pa n , But undying from th e ir sorrow springe th up th e h ope i aga n.

2 8 S ON S OF FREE D 3 G OM .

S ome sh all pause awh ile a n d pon d e r on th e bitte r d ays of old , th e 19 11 of strife a n d battle o ve rth re w th e curse of g old

’ Th e n twixt lips of love d a n d love r sol e mn th ough ts of us S h all rise ; We w h o e e e f s a n d d e e h e h h onc w r ool r am rs, t n s all be t e brave a n d wise ;

Th e re amidst th e world n e w - build e d sh all o u r e arth ly bid e d e e ds a , h h e be e a n d th e e h o w T oug our nam s all forgott n , tal of

w e d ie d .

f d h h e wh o h h e e d it h we i o r Li e or e at t n , s all , w at ga n wh at w e lose ? if id th e a n d th a ea ch Fair flie s l e am e struggl , e C use for h e sh all c oos .

e in e s th e d a is d i H ar a word , a word s a on , for y raw ng n ifl h t , i h e h c e i e a n d Wh e n e Caus s all all upon us, som to l v , some to d ie

NO MASTER.

’ SAIT H ma n ma n e e h e rd a n d o n to , W v a kn w Th at w e no mast e r ne e d i e h i e h To l v upon t s art , our own , In fair a n d manly d e e d N S F FRE E D M 2 S O G O O . 3 9

Th e gr ie f o f slave s long passe d away h h f e d th h i Fo r us at org e c a n , ’ Till now e ach worke r s patie nt d a y h e o f i Build s up t House Pa n .

An d we h l w e ch a n d , s al too crou h i f if As ame d , afra d o str e And l e st our live s untime ly fail Embrace th e d e ath in life ? N a r h fe y, c y aloud and ave no ar ; We fe w against th e world ; e i e w e b e Awak , ar se ! th e h op ar ’ Against th e curse is h u rl d .

it o : a re w e th e a e It grows , gr ws s m , Th f b d th e fe w e e e ble an , r h a re h e i h e e a fla m e O w at t e s w t y s , And h ands to de al and d o ? i is th e h h e th e Th s ost t at b ars word , N o MAST E R IGH 0 R LO W , H , i h i e h e i S d A l g tn ng flam , a s ar ng wor , h A storm to ove rt ro w .

THE M R F THE R ER A CH O WO K S .

HAT is h i th e d a n d ? Wh is hi h W t s , soun rumour at t s t at m e n h e all ar, Like th e wind in h ollow valle ys wh e n th e storm is d raw in e g n ar , Like th e rolling on o f oce an in th e e ve ntid e o f fe ar ? ’ h i Tis th e pe ople marc ng on . S FRE E D 330 S ON G OF OM .

i h e h e a n d h e ce c e h e h Wh t r go t y, w n om t y ? W at a re the se of wh om ye t e ll ? ’ In wh at c ountry a re th e y d we lling twixt th e gate s of h e ave n and h e ll ? Ar e th e y min e or th ine for mon e y ? Will th e y se rve a mast e r w e ll ? ’ S i th e h i t ll rumour s marc ng on . Hark th e rolling o f th e th unde r ! Lo th e sun and lo th e re und e r Ri e h h h e e s t wrat and op and wond r, An d th e h c ch i ost om e s mar ng on .

Forth th ey come from grie f a n d torme nt ; on th e y we nd d h e h a n d i h towar alt m rt , th e id e d is h e i e i e e c All w worl t r dw ll ng, v ry orn e r of th e h e art , h e se h e th se ice ! th e i Buy t m , ll t m for y rv Try barga n ’ h tis h w at wort , Fo r th e d s a re h i ay marc ng on . h e se a r e h e wh o i d th h se e e th i e T t y bu l y ou s, w av y ra m nt, win th h e y w at , h th e d th e th i i Smoot e rugg , fill barre n , turn e b tte r nto e e sw t , h e h i d a — a n d e e h d All for t e t s y v r . W at re war for th e m

is mee t , Till th e h ost com e s march ing on ?

M h d e d e s e d e h e h e l e d any a un r y ar pass ov r av t y abour , d e af a n d blind N e e id i 5 e ch e h e i e e h e th e lr to 11 v r t n r a d t r sorrow , n v r op migh t n d . ’ n d h It a n d th e cr c es No w at last th e y ve h e ard a e ar , y om h e i down t w nd , 0 m r And th e ir fe e t a re a ch mg on .

N F F E E 3 2 S O GS O R D OM .

DE S N A ATH O G .

Wh at come th h e re from w e st to e ast a we n d in g ? An d wh o a re h e th e ch s e m a n d t e s , mar e rs t slow i We h e a r th e me ssage th at th e rich a r e se nd ng h o h k a n Aback to th ose w bade t e m w a e d know . N ot o n e n ot on e n or th ou sa n d s m u st th e sla , , y y , a a l e d B u t on e n d l if th y w ou l d u sh th e d ay .

We s e d h e i e o f i s e e i a k t m for a l f to l om arn ng , Th e y bade us bid e th e ir le isure for our bre ad We c raved to spe ak to te ll our woful le arning We c e S e e ch e i d d om back p less, b ar ng back our e a .

o h h Th e y will n t l e arn ; t e y h ave n o e ars to e arke n . Th e y turn th e ir fac e s from th e e ye s of fate h -li h h th e S i h T e ir gay t alls s ut out k e s t at darke n . i th e 10 hi e c e . But , t s d ad man kno k ng at gat

H e re lies th e Sign th at w e sh all bre ak our prison ’ Amidst th e storm h e won a prisone r s re st But in th e cloud y d awn th e su n arise n o f wi n th e e s Brings us our day work to b t. N ot on e n ot o n o r th ou sa n d s m u st th e sla , n e , y y ,

Bu t on e a n d a ll if th ey w ou ld d u sh th e d ay . S ON GS OF FRE E D ONI . 333

FRAN CIS W AD AMS . L .

D N O UTS I E LONDO .

“ T (PROEM TO SON GS O F T HE ARMY OF T HE N IGH .

N h i h th e m u d - e e I t e black n g t , along d p roads, i th e h e e i b h h e s Am d t r at n ng oug s and g astly str am , h i th e e e i e Hark sounds t at g rd darkn ss s l k g oads, M a n d a n d r e v e rb e r e n t e urmurs rumours dr ams , i e h e e a n d li e i h Trampl ngs , br at s, mov m nts , a ttl l g t Th e m a r ch ing of th e A r my of th e l gh t l

Th e ic e m e n th e e -b e s a re e e i str k n , mad brut ast k p ng N o e h e i ce in th d i h e h mor t r pla s e tc s and ole s , i e a n d i a n d th e e e e i But r s jo n us , wom n , w p ng

- e id e th e d i e i e e . B s roa ways , r s l k d mon souls Fill up th e rank s What sh imm e rs th e re so bright ? Th e bay on ets of th e A r my of th e N ig h t !

Fil th e We ch in e f c l up ranks mar st ad ast olumn , In wave ring lin e s ye t forming more and more ; Me n e i e b e i e e , wom n , ch ldr n , som r , s l nt , sol mn , R f ll s i bi th h ank o ow rank l k e llows to e s ore . D a wn wa rd s w e th e i h . tramp , towards day and l g t On o n a n d u th e Ar m o th e N i ht ! , p, y f g S E E M 3 4 S ON G OF FR D O .

IN F L TRA A GAR SQUA RE .

T HE stars sh one faint thr oug h th e smoky blue Th e ch urch - be lls we re ringing ; h e e i ce d e e i h h T r g rls , arms la , w r pass ng t roug , i a n d Si i Tramp ng ng ng .

Th e ir h e ad s we re bare ; th e ir Sh ort skirts swung As th e y we nt along h e i c - c e e e h e e d h e T r s arf ov r d br asts av up, as t y sung h e i e T r d fiant song .

n o t e h e i i in e It wa s too cl an , t r fe m n lay, But it th rill e d m e quite With its ch all e nge to task -maste r villain ous d a y An d i f i h n amous n g t ,

i h its h e th e e ich th e r d W t t r at to robb r r , p ou , Th e r e spe ctabl e fre e . An d h e d h e d h e I laug and s out to t m aloud , And th e y sh oute d to m e 1

’ ‘ t h e sh u t w e sh a ll u tter Gir ls , th at s the sh ou , t o Wh en with r i es a n d s a d es , fl p , t w ith th e old Red Fla a u tter We s a n d , g fl , ” On the ba r r ica des !

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Wh e n Spain re e l e d sh atte red h e lpl e ss from thy guns e i ir e And spl nd d , Wh e n from Canadian snows to Ind ian suns ’ i fi r e P tt s soul was .

h in d i e h e e e i a n d e e 0 t at ays l k t s we r , fa r fr F h e c rom s am and s orn , F e h a d e e i i i at allow d , b n gnly, p ty ngly, That I was born !

0 h if h e c i h i s d t at, struck , t n stru k w t glor ou woun s, I bore a par t (N o t torn with fangs of l e prous coward h oun d s) My bl e e ding h e art

We hate you— not be cause o f c ru e l d e e d s a i i h w o i St n ng a glorious e ffort . T e y h l ve Le in h i e h i e a n d f i e arn t s art to g v to org v , ’ Wh e re h e art and soul a re noble a n d fate s ne e d s e i : N o e t h c e e e Imp r ous , nor y t at ru l s ds ’ O f o e e a e i e p w r and wrong you v sown lt rnat v , We h e w e w h o e t e ie e at you , your sons y b l v Th at truth and justice a re not e mpty cre e ds N o b u t e e o f e e a n d e , b caus gr d gold n pay , Wage s o f s in and d e ath be cause you smoth e r

c ie e a kin cu r séd th e . Your onsc nc , m g all day ib e in o n e h e in th e h e B l and , bludg on ot r , ’ i -like o u o h e Ca n y come up n and slay your brot r, An d i o d f r it a n d ! , kne e l ng down , thank G o , pray S ON GS OF FRE E D OM . 337

h fe d i h h e e d i h I w om you w t s am and starv w t wo e , h e e e I w l abov you , f e fo r h e Your atal vultur , I at you so, I almost love you

i i h I sm e ll your ru n out . I l g t and c roak M b e e y som r lor , e i h e As swag g r ng you go by , O art of oak Rotte n to th e core

’ Look we stward Ire land s ve nge ful e ye s a r e cast

O n fre e dom won . L e i i S e e ook astward Ind a st rs from l p at last . You a r e undone

L h h e e i h e ice ook sout ward , w r Austral a ars your vo , And turns away ! 0 b a i e sh e e h e r h i e rut l hypocr t , mak s c o c With th e rising d a y !

F E wh o d h i h i h i h oul sau , you sol your g b rt r g t Fo r i e g ld d mud , Wh o d id th e a n d ie - i e c e d it i h wrong, , pr st l k , all r g t, And swindle d Go d

h e h ou r is on e o i n su lt a i n a n d a tien ce T g f , p p Th e h o u r is co m e

Wh e n th e a r i se t h e a ith u l mi htier n a ti on s y , f f g , To d r ag y ou d ow n I S ON GS OF FRE E D OIM.

E th e e d ng land , land I lov i i e i e W th pass onat pr d , Fo r hat e of wh om I live Wh o fo r e h a d ie d lov d ,

h i e h i e th Can I , w l s n s e sun , That h our re g ain Wh e n I again may come to th e e An d love a gain ?

N o h i e h , not w l t at flag O f g re e d and lust Fl ts in th e a ir h aun , untaug t To drag th e dust

N e e i e i v r, t ll xp ant se e k e e I you n l , And brand ish e d gl e ams aloft ’ Th e foe man s ste e l

Ah h e e e h , t n to sp d , and laug , As my h e art caug ht th e knife t r l e o u M o h e , I ov y ! Her e ,

0 S N F 34 O GS OF RE E D O.M.

Th e hie e s id th c e b d C f Cl rk a e as wa s a , i e e d h is e But qu t b yon pow r, S ee ing it was th e Ste ward h a d Th e e a n d k ys of cak e flour.

’ Th e S e d s e h t war obb d T e ke ys I ve lost, Alas but in a span ’

I ll l th e S i h . Wh cal m t y, Holy Ghos ” t e e is th e e H r v ry man .

” h ! h h ! h e d Hu rra urra t y lou ly cried , ’ How cl e ve rly we ve don e it ’ \ e e e h i e i e e n d id e V v solv d t s q u st on , d p a w , ’ “f - i h r d b i e ll n g e e w e e gun t .

h ” T anks ! said th e Smith ; O fools a n d vile , Go rot upon th e sh e lf Th e n e xt time I am starving I ll h Take care to e lp myse lf.

ND R S E EN GLA , A I

E N GLAN D i e th e i h is e , Ar s long , long n g t ov r , F i in th e e b e h th e e a nt ast , old dawn app ar O u t of your e vil dre am o f toil and sorrow i e 0 E th e is h e e Ar s , ng land , for day r F e h i rom your fi lds and lls , Hark th e a nswe r swe lls i fo r th e d a is h e e Ar se , 0 England , y r S ON GS OF FRE E 2M 1 D O . 34

’ ch i d e e e r d i h e e i By your young l r n s y s so e w t w p ng , h e i h i e ce e i h fe By t r w t fa s ag d w t want and ar, th e d i ie h e e a r e By ark c t s w r your babe s e cr e ping , Nak e d of joy a n d all th at make s life d e ar From e ach wre tch e d slum Le t th e loud c ry come ise E d fo r th e d a is Ar , 0 nglan , y h e re

e e o f E d e P opl nglan all your vall ys call you , i h in th e i i th e i e H g r s ng sun lark s ngs cl ar, i d e le t e f e h W ll you r am on , sham ul slumb r t rall Will you disown your native land so de ar ? Shall it d ie unh e ard Th at swe e t pl e ading w o rd ise 0 E th e is h e Ar , ngland , for day e r

O e ce we b o f ie s is e v r your fa a l wov n , L h a r e eh in th e n d aws t at fals oods p you to grou , La is e its d is e bour mock d , just re war stol n , n b i s e e e n ro wn d O its be nt ack s t Idl n ss c e . Ho w hile e e long , w you sl p , Your h arve st Sh all It r e ap ? i e 0 En d th e d a is h e e Ar s , glan , for y r

F h h e e h e e i e ort , t n , y ro s , patr ots and lov rs o f e e c Comrad e s dang r, pov rty , and s orn Mig hty in faith o f Fre e dom your g re at Moth e r ’ Giants re fre sh e d in Joy s n e w - risin g morn e e th e Com and sw ll song , Sile nt now so long - i h England is rise n and th e day s e re . M 342 S ON GS OF FRE E D O .

- THE AGE LONG WAR.

“ C (FROM To wARDs D EMOC RA Y .

HEARD th e o a d i e I long r ar n surge of H story, wav — afte r wave as o f th e n e ve r - e nding surf along th e imme nse - i o f e f i c oast l ne W st A r ca . I h e ard th e world - old c ry of th e d own - trod d e n a n d h outcast : I saw t e m ad vancing always to V ictory . I saw th e r e d ligh t from th e guns of e stablish e d ord e r and pre ce d e nt— th e line s o f d e fe n ce a n d th e bodie s o f th e be sie ge rs rolling in dust a n d blo od— ye t more a n d e ve r more b e h ind An d h i h e th e i ci d i ce g ov r nmost ta e l I saw magn fi nt , e c i e e h e i th e e e e s and b kon ng v r to t e b s e ge rs, and d f nd r e i i i th e ca - i e v r nsp r ng , use of all th at ne ve r e nd ng war Th e F e e d form of r om stand .

WHAT IS FREED O M ?

AN D so I h e ard a voice say What is Fre e d om ?

I h ave h e ard (it said) th e lions roaring in th e ir d e ns ; I h ave se e n th e polyp stre tch ing its arms upward s from th e floor of th e d e e p ;

S ON GS OF FRE 344 E D OM .

And I h e ard (in th e h e ight) an oth e r voice say AM I . th e e c e th e h i e th e i c e th e In r lus , t nk r, n urabl and M t d e A . h e i e o f Life i e rudg , I I am g v r , I am Happ n ss . a m in th e e i in th e e th e I good and v l , fortunat and f e in th e if e d a n d th e i c le i e un ortunat , g t n apab , al k ; I am n e e h th h not o mor t an e ot e r . Th e i i in its d e n a n d th e th e l on roar ng , polyp on floor o f th e e e th e e d e e i e f k ME d p, gr at p ts l , now . Th e ce h i th e i e m e n long advan s of story , l v s of and wom e n — th e m e n th at scratch e d th e re ind e e r a n d mam h o u i o f e th e e i i h mot b ts bon , Bushm n pa nt ng t e ir rud e - i i th e m u d -h e c e i d i rock pa nt ng s , ov ls lust r ng round m e aeval c e th e i e i d i h h is i astl s , w s and k n ly Arab w t lov ng boy e th e S i i -h e d th R att ndants , w ss mounta n r sman , e ussian i th e E i h e ch ic patr ot , ngl s m an , — ME . i e in h e m in d e Know I am Happ n ss t , all un r th e M e h i e f i e lying. I am ast r s ow ng mys l from t m to time as oc casion se rve s ; I am not n e are r to o n e th an th e oth e r ; th e y d o not ch n e h h h e se e k m e so mu as I adva c t roug t m .

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