THOU who ordainest, for the land's salvation, Famine, and fire, and sword, and lamentation, Now unto Thee we lift our supplication, -- O, save the Nation! By the great sign foretold of Thy appearing, Coming in clouds, while mortal men stand fearing, Show us, amid the smoke of battle clearing, Thy chariot nearing. By the brave blood that floweth like a river, Hurl Thou a thunderbolt from out Thy quiver! Break Thou the strong gates! every fetter shiver! Smite and deliver! Slay Thou our foes, or turn them to derision! Then, in the blood-red Valley of Decision, Clothe Thou the fields, as in the prophet's vision, With peace Elysian! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MEDITATIONS OF A HINDU [OR, HINDOO] PRINCE [AND SKEPTIC] by ALFRED COMYNS LYALL THE RUBAIYAT, 1879 EDITION: 48 by OMAR KHAYYAM HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 17 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH GLIMPSES OF ITALY: 5. LIKE PAESTUM'S TEMPLE by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON ON A DISTANT VIEW OF THE VILLAGE AND SCHOOL OF HARROW by GEORGE GORDON BYRON |