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Page 1 of 11899 · PDF PAGE 10
…en are dim while swords strike fire From rocks whose crests burn higher :— At their assault hell’s dogs gasp, totter, and expire All the gold gates are open of the East ; The rugged columns of the hills uphold A dome of changeless turquoise, and they feast, The sun’s lips, on the woods that have increased Since dawn with store of unimagined gold. The steam of many exhalations fair Sweetens the midday air ; Echo and tree and bud chant and give birth and bear. 8
1899 · PDF PAGE 8
…this alliance all the earth Forgets her day of dearth, In her new birth forgets, and maddens into mirth. The stars swing censers of pale gold to God, Whose incense is the love-song of the free ; Angels with mercy and with beauty shod Move in the mazes of an Eden, trod Not by the seemly spirits of the sea, But by brave men built wholly of desire And freedom’s mystic fire, To clothe its habitants with glorious attire. 6
1899 · PDF PAGE 6
…endship of a better choice. Your winds that wrought wild wreckage of our shore Shall sink and be no more, Or waft your barks, with wheat gold-laden swiftly o’er. Our foamcaps, that your rocks disdainful flung Back to the waves that left our beaten coast, Shall be like echoes of sweet songs unsung, And all the ocean noises find a tongue To voice the clamour of a righteous boast— That friendship and dominion shall be wrought Out of the womb of thought, And all the bygone days be held for things of nought. What matter though our fathers did you wr…
1899 · PDF PAGE 5
…ence and behold The wrath of two great nations that are friends Against who bartered Poland, and who sold Italy, weighed out Hungary for gold, And shattered Greece to serve no noble ends. The traitors and the peoples and the kings That love not righteous things, They shall behold our wrath, and find our anger stings. White slaves shall look up and behold a light Grow in the islands of the sacred sea, And on the land whose forehead kisses night And has the dawn upon its wings, whose might Is mightier for the lips of Liberty Pressed on its new-bo…