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and startles on his throne their “So, in the populous City, a young

sceptred foe :maiden

Ile sits amid his idle pomp aghast, Ilas baffled Havoc of the prey

And that his power hath passed away which he

doth knowMarks as his own whene'er, with Why pause the victor swords to seal his chains o’erladen,

Men make them arms to hurl down

tyranny, -
False arbiter between the bound

“ The tyrant's guards resistance yet and free;

maintain : And o'er the land, in hamlets and in

Fearless and fierce and hard as

beasts of blood,
The multitudes collect tumultuously,

They stand a speck amid the peopled And throng in arms; but tyranny dis

plain; Carnage and ruin have been made

their food Their claim, and gathers strength around its trembling thrones.

From infancy-ill has become their

good, XXIV

And for its hateful sake their will has “ Blood soon, although unwillingly, to shed

The chains which eat their heartsThe free cannot forbear - the

the multitude, Queen of Slaves,

Surrounding them, with words of The hoodwinked Angel of the blind human love and dead,

Seek from their own decay their stub. Custom, with iron mace points to

born minds to move.

Where her own standard desolately

* Over the land is felt a sudden pause, Over the dust of Prophets and of Kings. As night and day, those ruthless Many yet stand in her array—'she

bands around, paves

The watch of love is kept-a trance ller path with human hearts,' and

which awes o'er it flings

The thoughts of men with hopeThe wildering gloom of her immeasur- as, when the sound able wings.

Of whirlwind whose fierce blasts

the waves and clouds confound

Dies suddenly, the mariner in fear There is a plain beneath the City's Feels silence sink upon his heartwall,

thus bound, Bounded by misty mountains, wide The conquerors pause, and oh may and vast,

freemen ne'er Millions there lift at Freedom's thrill. Clasp the relentless knees of Dread the ing call

murderer! Ten thousand standards wide, they load the blast

XXVIII Which bears one sound of many “ If blood be shed, 'tis but a change

the graves



and choice

voices past,

the grace

and gone.

Of bonds-from slavery to coward- And left it vacant-'twas her lover's ice

faceA wretched fall !-Uplift thy charmed It might resemble her - it once voice!

had been Pour on those evil men the love The mirror of her thoughts, and still

that lies I lovering within those spirit-sooth- Which her mind's shadow cast left there ing eyes!

a lingering trace. Arise, my friend, farewell!”--As thus he spake,

XXXI From the green earth lightly I did

What then was I? She slumbered arise,

with the dead. As one out of dim dreams that doth

Glory and joy and peace had come awake, And looked upon the depth of that

Doth the cloud perish when the reposing lake.

beams are fled Which steeped its skirts in gold?

dark and lone, I

my countenance reflected Doth it not through the paths of there;

night, unknown, And then my youth fell on me like On outspread wings of its own wind a wind

upborne, Descending on still waters-my thin Pour rain upon the earth? The hair

stars are shown Was prematurely gray, my face was When the cold moon sharpens her lined

silver horn With channels, such as suffering Under the sea, and make the wide leaves behind,

night not forlorn. Not age; my brow was pale, but in




my cheek



And lips a flush of gnawing fire did

Strengthened in heart, yet sad, that find

aged man Their food and dwelling; though mine

I left with interchange of looks and eyes might speak

tears A subtle mind and strong within a frame

And lingering speech, and to the thus weak.

Camp began
My way.

O'er many a mountain

chain which rears And though their lustre now was spent

Its hundred crests alost, my spirit and faded,

bears Yet in my hollow looks and My frame; o'er many a dale and withered mien

many a moor, The likeness of a shape for which was And gaily now braided

earth wears The brightest woof of genius still The blosmy spring's star-bright in

vestiture, One who, methought, had gone A vision which aught sad from sadness from the world's scene,

might allure.



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Aye as I went, that maiden who had

The torch of Truth afar, of whose

high deeds The Hermit in his pilgrimage had

heard, Haunted my thoughts. Ah, Hope

its sickness feeds With whatsoe'er it finds, or flowers

or weeds! Could she be Cythna? Was that

corpse a shade Such as self-torturing thought from

madness breeds? Why was this hope not torture? Yet

it made A light around my steps which would

not ever fade.

All slept but those in watchsul arms

who stood, And those who sate tending the

beacon's light, And the few sounds from that vast

multitude Made silence more profound. --Oh

what a might Of human thought was cradled in

that night! Ilow many hearts impenetrably veiled Beat underneath its shade, what

secret fight Evil and good, in woven passions

mailed, Waged through that silent throng,-a

war that never failed !



And now the Power of Good held

victory, So, through the labyrinth of many

tent, Among the silent millions who did lie

In innocent sleep, exultingly I went;
The moon had left Heaven desert

now, but, lent From eastern morn, the first saint

lustre showed An armed youth-over his spear

he bent His downward face. • A friend!”

I cried aloud,


Over the utmost hill at length I sped, A snowy steep :--the moon was

hanging low Over the Asian mountains, and, out



And quickly common hopes made free- Our bands outsprung, and seized men understood.

their arms—we sped Towards the sound : our tribes were

gathering far. I sate beside him while the morning Those sanguine slaves, amid ten beam

thousand dead Crept slowly over Heaven, and Stabbed in their sleep, trampled in talked with him

treacherous war Of those immortal hopes, a glorious The gentle hearts whose power their theme !

lives had sought to spare. Which led us forth, until the stars

grew dim :


And all the while methought his

voice did swim As if it drowned in remembrance were Of thoughts which make the moist

eyes overbrim : At last, when daylight 'gan to fill the

air, He looked on me, and cried in wonder,

“ Thou art here!”

Like rabid snakes that sting some

gentle child Who brings them food when winter

false and fair Allures them forth with its cold

smiles, so wild They rage among the camp ;-they

overbear The patriot host-confusion, then

despair Descends like night-when“ Laon!”

one did cry: Like a bright ghost from Heaven,

that shout did scare The slaves, and, widening through

the vaulted sky, Seemed sent from Earth to Heaven in

sign of victory


Then, suddenly, I knew it was the

In whom its earliest hopes my spirit

But envious tongues had stained his

spotless truth,
And thoughtless pride his love in

silence bound,
And shame and sorrow mine in

toils had wound,
Whilst he was innocent, and I deluded;
The truth now came upon me, on

the ground Tears of repenting joy, which fast

intruded, Fell fast, and o'er its peace our mingling

spirits brooded.



In sudden panic those false murderers

fled, Like insect tribes before the northern

gale: But, swister still, our hosts encom.

passed Their shattered ranks, and in a

craggy vale, Where even their fierce despair

might nought avail, Hlemmed them around !-And then

revenge and fear Made the high virtue of the

patriots fail : One pointed on his foe the mortal


Thus while with rapid lips and earnest

We talked, a sound of sweeping

conflict, spread
As from the earth, did suddenly arise ;
From every tent, roused by that

clamour dread,


I rushed before its point, and cried We all are brethren-even the slaves
“Forbear, forbear!"

who kill
For hire are men; and to avenge

misdeed The spear transfixed my arm that was

On the misdoer doth but Misery uplifted

feed In swift expostulation, and the

With her own broken heart! O blood

Earth, O Heaven ! Gushed round its point: I smiled,

And thou, dread Nature, which to and_“O thou gifted With eloquence which shall not be

And all that lives or is, to be hath withstood,

given, Flow thus !” I cried in joy, “ thou Even as to thee have these done ill, and vital flood,

are forgiven! Until my heart be dry, ere thus the

every deed,

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For which thou wert aught worthy “ Join then your hands and hearts, be subdued !

and let the past Ah! ye are pale, -ye weep, -your Be as a grave, which gives not up passions pause,–

its dead,
'Tis well! ye feel the truth of love's To evil thoughts."--A film then over-
benignant laws.

My sense with dimness, for the

wound, which bled “ Soldiers, our brethren and

Freshly, swist shadows o'er mine friends are slain :

eyes had shed. Ye murdered them, I think, as When I awoke, I lay mid friends and they did sleep!

foes, Alas! what have

done? The

And earnest countenances on me
slightest pain

shed Which ye might suffer there were The light of questioning looks, whilst cyes to weep,

one did close But ye have quenched them--there My wound with balmiest herbs, and were smiles to steep

soothed me to repose. Your hearts in balm, but they are lost

in woe; And those whom love did set his

And one, whose spear had pierced watch to keep

me, leaned beside, Around your tents, truth's freedom to

With quivering lips and humid bestow,

eyes;--and all Ve stabbed as they did sleep-but they

Seeme like some brothers on
forgive ye now.

journey wide
Gone forth, whom now strange

meeting did befall
« Oh wherefore should ill ever flow In a strange land round one whom
from ill,

they might call And pain still keener pain for ever Their friend, their chief, their father,





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