FOLLOW A WORD THROUGH THE COLLECTION
Search the corpus.
Phrase search ignores case and repeated whitespace. All-words search finds whole words anywhere on the same page. OCR errors can affect results.
5 matching pages
Page 1 of 11901 · PDF PAGE 14
…of the Gods to thee ! What banner floats above thy bastions ? The oriflamme, the golden fleur-de-lys ? The eagle, or the tricolour ? Thy sons Choose their own flag, contented to be free, With freemen’s orisons. The mist is gathering on the seer’s sight— I cannot see the future of thy state. Or, am I dazzled by resounding light ? I know this thing—thy future shall be great ! Come war, come revolution ! In their spite Thou mayst compel thy Fate. O German Empire ! Let thy sons beware, Not crowding sordid towns for lust of gold, Not all forgetful o…
1901 · PDF PAGE 29
…nd whistles off to the lee ; The sun is arisen, the splendid ! The sun on the marvellous sea ! And the feast of your freedom is ended, O sons of the free ! Your shouts have gone up to remember The day of your oath to the world. Is its flame dwindled down to an ember ? The flag of your liberty furled ? Your limbs are too strong to dismember— In sloth are they curled ? T 27
1901 · PDF PAGE 25
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…
1901 · PDF PAGE 23
…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 Thou art alone. 21
1901 · PDF PAGE 24
O Lord ! Is Thy path in the Water, The marvellous ways of the Deep ? Not there, 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 i…