I am not of those fierce, wild wills, Albeit from loins of warlike line, To wreck laws human and divine Alike, that on a million ills I might erect one sacred shrine To Freedom: nor again am I Of @3these@1 who could be sold and bought To fall before a Juggernaut: I hold all "royal right" a lie— Save that a royal soul hath wrought! It is in the extreme begins And ends all danger: if the Few Would feel, or if the Many knew This fact, the mass of fewer sins Would shrive them in their passing through: O'er all God's footstool not a slave Should under his great glory stand, For men would rise, swift sword in hand, And give each tyrant to his grave And freedom to each lovely land. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AFTER AUGHRIM by ARTHUR GERALD GEOGHEGAN MOUNTAIN FROLIC by GEORGE LAWRENCE ANDREWS THE REQUEST. TO LOVE by PHILIP AYRES SONGS OF NIGHT TO MORNING: 1. AT THE THEATRE by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) NOVEMB. 5. 1644 by JOSEPH BEAUMONT PSALM 137 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE THREE BLACK CROWS by JOHN BYROM |