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"So, in the populous City, a young


Has baffled Havoc of the prey
which he

Marks as his own whene'er, with Why pause the victor swords to seal his


chains o'erladen,

Men make them arms to hurl down


False arbiter between the bound
and free;

And o'er the land, in hamlets and in

The multitudes collect tumultuously, And throng in arms; but tyranny dis


Their claim, and gathers strength around its trembling thrones.


"Blood soon, although unwillingly,
to shed

The free cannot forbear- the
Queen of Slaves,
The hoodwinked Angel of the blind
and dead,

Custom, with iron mace points to
the graves

Where her own standard desolately

And startles on his throne their sceptred foe:

He sits amid his idle pomp aghast, And that his power hath passed away doth know


Over the dust of Prophets and of Kings. Many yet stand in her array-‘she paves

Her path with human hearts,' and o'er it flings The wildering gloom of her immeasur able wings.


"The tyrant's guards resistance yet maintain :

Fearless and fierce and hard as beasts of blood,

They stand a speck amid the peopled plain;

Carnage and ruin have been made their food

From infancy-ill has become their good,

And for its hateful sake their will has


The chains which eat their heartsthe multitude,

Surrounding them, with words of human love

Seek from their own decay their stubborn minds to move.


"Over the land is felt a sudden pause, As night and day, those ruthless bands around,

The watch of love is kept-a trance which awes

The thoughts of men with hopeas, when the sound

Of whirlwind whose fierce blasts the waves and clouds confound Dies suddenly, the mariner in fear Feels silence sink upon his heartthus bound,


"There is a plain beneath the City's

Bounded by misty mountains, wide
and vast,

Millions there lift at Freedom's thrill- Clasp the relentless knees of Dread the ing call


Ten thousand standards wide, they

load the blast Which bears one sound of many voices past,

The conquerors pause, and oh may freemen ne'er


"If blood be shed, 'tis but a change and choice

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And quickly common hopes made freemen understood.


I sate beside him while the morning beam

Crept slowly over Heaven, and talked with him

Of those immortal hopes, a glorious The gentle hearts whose power their 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!"


Then, suddenly, I knew it was the youth

In whom its earliest hopes my spirit found;

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.


Thus while with rapid lips and earnest eyes

Our bands outsprung, and seized their arms-we sped

Towards the sound: our tribes were gathering far.

Those sanguine slaves, amid ten thousand dead

Stabbed in their sleep, trampled in treacherous war

We talked, a sound of sweeping conflict, spread

As from the earth, did suddenly arise; From every tent, roused by that clamour dread,

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I rushed before its point, and cried "Forbear, forbear!"


The spear transfixed my arm that was uplifted

In swift expostulation, and the blood

Gushed round its point: I smiled, and-"O thou gifted

With eloquence which shall not be withstood,

Flow thus!" I cried in joy, "thou vital flood,

Until my heart be dry, ere thus the


For which thou wert aught worthy be subdued!

Ah! ye are pale,-ye weep,—your passions pause,'Tis well! ye feel the truth of love's benignant laws.



'Soldiers, our brethren and our friends are slain :

Ye murdered them, I think, as they did sleep!

Alas! what have ye done? The slightest pain

Which ye might suffer there were eyes to weep,

But ye have quenched them-there were smiles to steep

Your hearts in balm, but they are lost in woe;

And those whom love did set his watch to keep

Around your tents, truth's freedom to bestow,

Ye stabbed as they did sleep-but they forgive ye now.

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We all are brethren-even the slaves who kill

For hire are men; and to avenge misdeed

On the misdoer doth but Misery feed

With her own broken heart! O

Earth, O Heaven!

And thou, dread Nature, which to every deed,

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

Even as to thee have these done ill, and are forgiven!


"Join then your hands and hearts, and let the past

Be as a grave, which gives not up its dead, To evil thoughts."

-A film then over


My sense with dimness, for the wound, which bled

Freshly, swift shadows o'er mine eyes had shed.

When I awoke, I lay mid friends and


And earnest countenances on me shed

The light of questioning looks, whilst one did close

My wound with balmiest herbs, and soothed me to repose.

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