Hear ye the march as of the Earth-born Forms Arrayed against the ever-living Gods? The crash and darkness of a thousand storms Bursting their inaccessible abodes
Of crags and thunder clouds?
See ye the banners blazoned to the day, Inwrought with emblems of barbaric pride? Dissonant threats kill Silence far away,
The serene Heaven which wraps our Eden wide With iron light is dyed,
The Anarchs of the North lead forth their legions Like Chaos o'er creation, uncreating ;
An hundred tribes nourished on strange religions And lawless slaveries,—down the aërial regions Of the white Alps, desolating,
Famished wolves that bide no waiting, Blotting the glowing footsteps of old glory, Trampling our columned cities into dust, Their dull and savage lust
On Beauty's corse to sickness satiating— They come ! The fields they tread look black and hoary
With fire-from their red feet the streams run gory!
Great Spirit, deepest Love! Which rulest and dost move
All things which live and are, within the Italian shore; Who spreadest heaven around it,
Whose woods, rocks, waves, surround it;
Who sittest in thy star, o'er Ocean's western floor, Spirit of beauty! at whose soft command
The sunbeams and the showers distil its foison From the Earth's bosom chill;
O bid those beams be each a blinding brand Of lightning! bid those showers be dews of poison ! Bid the Earth's plenty kill!
Bid thy bright Heaven above, Whilst light and darkness bound it, Be their tomb who planned
To make it ours and thine!
Or, with thine harmonizing ardours fill And raise thy sons, as o'er the prone horizon Thy lamp feeds every twilight wave with fire-- Be man's high hope and unextinct desire, The instrument to work thy will divine! Then clouds from sunbeams, antelopes from leopards,
And frowns and fears from Thee,
Would not more swiftly flee
Than Celtic wolves from the Ausonian shepherds.— Whatever, Spirit, from thy starry shrine
Thou yieldest or withholdest, Oh let be
This city of thy worship ever free!
LET there be light! said Liberty, And like sunrise from the sea, Athens arose !-Around her born, Shone like mountains in the morn Glorious states ;-and are they now
Where Thermæ and Asopus swallowed Persia, as the sand does foam. Deluge upon deluge followed, Discord, Macedon, and Rome:
And lastly thou! Temples and towers, Citadels and marts, and they
Who live and die there, have been ours, And may be thine, and must decay; But Greece and her foundations are Built below the tide of war, Based on the crystalline sea Of thought and its eternity; Her citizens, imperial spirits, Rule the present from the past, On all this world of men inherits Their seal is set.
In the great morning of the world, The spirit of God with might unfurled The flag of Freedom over Chaos, And all its banded anarchs fled, Like vultures frighted from Imaus, Before an earthquake's tread.— So from Time's tempestuous dawn Freedom's splendour burst and shone :- Thermopyla and Marathon
Caught, like mountains beacon-lighted, The springing Fire. The winged glory On Philippi half alighted,
Like an eagle on a promontory.
Its unwearied wings could fan The quenchless ashes of Milan.
From age to age, from man to man, It lived; and lit from land to land, Florence, Albion, Switzerland. Then night fell; and, as from night, Re-assuming fiery flight,
From the West swift Freedom came,
Against the course of heaven and doom,
A second sun arrayed in flame,
To burn, to kindle, to illume. From far Atlantis its young beams Chased the shadows and the dreams. France, with all her sanguine steams,
Hid, but quenched it not; again Through clouds its shafts of glory rain From utmost Germany to Spain. As an eagle fed with morning
Scorns the embattled tempest's warning, When she seeks her aërie hanging In the mountain-cedar's hair, And her brood expect the clanging Of her wings through the wild air, Sick with famine :-Freedom, so To what of Greece remaineth now Returns; her hoary ruins glow Like orient mountains lost in day; Beneath the safety of her wings Her renovated nurslings prey, And in the naked lightnings
Of truth they purge their dazzled eyes. Let Freedom leave-where'er she flies, A Desart, or a Paradise:
Let the beautiful and the brave Share her glory, or a grave.
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