1901 · PDF PAGE 4
Carmen Saeculare
I DEDICATE ON EARTH MY POEM TO THE COUNTESS OF GLENSTRAE: IN HEAVEN MY VISION TO THE HIGH PRIESTESS OF OUR LADY ISIS
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Carmen Saeculare
…ide, hide thy bright eyes, O Apollo ! The murder is done.* The stones should arise to declare it, Their terror and tyrannous reign ! The earth be unable to bear it, Gape wide, for her motherly pain ! Shalt thou, O Columbia, share it, The shame and the stain ? Your stripes are the stripes of dishonour ; Your stars are cast down from the sky ; While earth has this burden upon her, Your eagle unwilling to fly ! Loose, loose the wide wings ! For your honour ! Let tyranny die ! Remember, this day of your glory, Your fight for the freedom you own. Th…
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Carmen Saeculare
… shall stand upon another, No son of her throughout the land shall know his brother. I will destroy her who is rotten : from the face Of earth shall fail the misbegotten, root and race ; And the fair country unto them again I give, Whom in long exile men contemn : for they shall live.” Yea, they shall live ! The Celtic race ! Amen ! And I Give Praise, and close mine eyes, cover my face, and laugh— and die. 7
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1901 · PDF PAGE 8
Carmen Saeculare
…sel 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 own finger-birth ; the stars may weep, The sun rejoice, that see at last His vengeance st…
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Carmen Saeculare
Earth moans for their harrow and wheel. To Thee we appeal. They boast, though their triumph Hell’s gift is, On Africa’s desperate sons : “ Our thousands have conquered their fifties ; Our twenties have murdered their ones.” That glory—that shame—let them trumpet To Europe’s unquickening ear. List Thou to the boast of the strumpet ! Lend Thou, Thou indignant, an ear ! Then—shall they not fear ? O Lord, to Thy strength in the thunder, Thy chariot-wheels in the war, We, Ireland, look upward and wonder, The Sword of Thee smiting before. In the hour…
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Carmen Saeculare
The billow roars back to its tyrant, The wind ; the red thunderbolts roar ; The flame and the earthquake aspirant Leap forth as an herald before The trumpet of war. In crimson he robes him for raiment, In armour all rusted and red : Spear shakes and sword flashes, exclaimant To share in the spoil of the dead. A helmet flames forth on his forehead, Gold sparks from the forge of the stars, His shield with the Gorgon made horrid Hath blood on its bull-battled bars— Thou God of me, Mars ! He strides through the vibrating aether ; Spurns earth from …
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Carmen Saeculare
…ard on the deep ; The stars with Thy Fear shook and whitened, The sun and the moon in the steep. The sea rose in tumult and clamour, The Earth also shook with Thee then, As Thor had uplifted his hammer, And smitten the mutinous men. O ! rise Thou again ! The voice of the Lord is uplifted ; The wilderness also obeys ; The flames of the fire they are rifted ; The waves of the sea know His ways. The cedars of Lebanon hear Thee, The desert of Kadesh hath known ; The Sons of Men know Thee and fear Thee, Flee far from the Light of Thy Throne. For Tho…
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1901 · PDF PAGE 24
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…Whose glory my foes have abhorred. My spirit is fixed, may abide Thee, Awake the Invisible Sword. For Thou art the Lord ! Look down upon earth and behold us Few folk who have sworn to be free. Past days, when the traitors had sold us, We trample ; we call upon Thee ! Look Thou on the armed ones, the furious, The Saxons ! they brandish the steel ; Heaven rings with their insults injurious ; 22
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