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…favournie’s scalp, gray moor and lonely scaur ; I hear the waves together mutter in counsel deep ; I hear the thunder the winds utter in broken sleep ; I hear the voices of four rivers crying aloud ; Four Angels trumpet, and earth shivers : the heavens shroud Their faces in blank terror for the sound of them : The mountains are disturbed and roar : the azure hem That laps all lands is broken, lashed in fiery foam, And all God’s thunderbolts are crashed—against my home. Written in heaven, written on earth, written in the deep, Written by God’s o…
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…t die ? But Thou, Thou shalt fall from the heaven As hail on the furious host. I see them : their legions are driven ; Their cohorts are broken and lost. 23
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… who am driven from yonder mountains Blue-gray, and highland airs of heaven, and moving fountains ? Me, who shall hear me ? Am I lost, a broken vessel, Caught in the storm of lies and tossed, forbid to wrestle ? Shall not the sun rise lively yet, the rose yet bloom, The crown yet lift me, life beget flowers on the tomb ? I was born fighter. Think you then my task is done, O 5
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…O not there ! Wilt Thou slaughter Oblivion’s sons in their sleep ? Hath the deep disobeyed Thee or risen In wrath and revolt to Thy sky, Broken loose from the bands of her prison ? Held counsel against the Most High ? Yea, even as I ! But I, O Most Mighty, invoke Thee, Whose footsteps are in the Unknown. My cries were the cries that awoke Thee, Upstarting in arms from Thy Throne ! I call Thee, I pray Thee, I chide Thee, Whose glory my foes have abhorred. My spirit is fixed, may abide Thee, Awake the Invisible Sword. For Thou art the Lord ! Look…
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…ed goat that plied the world for hire ;— Her days of wealth and majesty are done : Men trample her for mire ! The temple of their God is broken down ; Yea, Mammon’s shrine is cleansed ! The house of her That cowed the world with her malignant frown, And drove the Celt to exile and despair, Is battered now—God’s fire destroys the town ; London admits God’s air. They scorned the god that made them ; yea, they said : “ Lords of this globe, the Saxon race, are we. “ Europe before us lies, as men lie dead ; “ Britannia—ho ! Britannia rules the sea !…