II. Hither, from the recent Tomb, From the Prison's direr gloom, From Distemper's midnight anguish; Or where o'er cradled infants bending, Ye Woes! ye young-eyed Joys! advance! Raises its fateful strings from sleep, I bid you haste, a mixed tumultuous band! And each domestic hearth, Haste for one solemn hour; And with a loud and yet a louder voice, O'er Nature struggling in portentous birth, Weep and rejoice! Still echoes the dread NAME that o'er the earth Justice and Truth! They too have heard thy spell, They too obey thy name, Divinest LIBERTY! III. I marked Ambition in his war-array! I heard the mailed Monarch's troublous cry"Ah! wherefore does the Northern Conqueress stay! "Groans not her chariot on its onward way! ?" Fly, mailed Monarch, fly! Stunned by Death's twice mortal mace, No more on Murder's luric face The insatiate hag shall gloat with drunken eye! Ye that gasped on WARSAW's plain! Ye that erst at ISMAIL's tower, Mid women's shrieks and infants' screams! Sudden blasts of triumph swelling, Oft, at night, in misty train, Rush around her narrow dwelling! The exterminating fiend is fled (Foul her life, and dark her doom) Mighty armies of the dead Dance like death-fires round her tomb! Then with prophetic song relate, Each some tyrant-murderer's fate! IV. Departing Year! 'twas on no earthly shore Thou storied'st thy sad hours! Silence ensued, Whose locks with wreaths, whose wreaths with glories shone. Then, his eye wild ardours glancing, The SPIRIT of the EARTH made reverence meet, v. Throughout the blissful throng, Hushed were harp and song: Till wheeling round the throne the LAMPADS seven, (The mystic Words of Heaven) Permissive signal make: The fervent Spirit bowed, then spread his wings and spake! 66 "Thou in stormy blackness throning 66 "And Hunger's bosom to the frost-winds bared! "But chief by Afric's wrongs, "Strange, horrible, and foul! "By what deep guilt belongs "To the deaf Synod, 'full of gifts and lies!' By Wealth's insensate laugh! by Torture's howl! "Avenger, rise! "For ever shall the thankless Island scowl, "Her quiver full, and with unbroken bow? Speak! from thy storm-black Heaven O speak aloud! "And on the darkling foe "Open thine eye of fire from some uncertain cloud! "O dart the flash! O rise and deal the blow! "The Past to thee, to thee the future cries! "Hark! how wide Nature joins her groans below! Rise, God of Nature! rise." VI. The voice had ceased, the vision fled; My ears throb hot; my eye-balls start; No stranger agony confounds The Soldier on the war-field spread, When all foredone with toil and wounds, Death-like he dozes among heaps of dead! (The strife is o'er, the day-light fled, And the night-wind clamours hoarse! See! the starting wretch's head Lies pillowed on a brother's corse!) VII. Not yet enslaved, not wholly vile, |