O form'd t' illume a sunless world forlorn, As o'er the chill and dusky brow of Night, In Finland's wintry skies the Mimic Morn Electric pours a stream of rosy light, Pleas'd I have mark'd OPPRESSION, terror-pale, Since, thro' the windings of her dark machine, Thy steady eye has shot its glances keen -- And bade th' All-lovely 'scenes at distance hail'. Nor will I not thy holy guidance bless, And hymn thee, GODWIN! with an ardent lay; For that thy voice, in Passion's stormy day, When wild I roam'd the bleak Heath of Distress, Bade the bright form of Justice meet my way -- And told me that her name was HAPPINESS. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FLOWERS WITHOUT FRUIT by JOHN HENRY NEWMAN SEVERUS TO TIBERIUS GREATLY ENNUYE by JOSEPH AUSLANDER THE CAUSE WON by VINCENT BOURNE ORA PRO NOBIS by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH THE DESCENDANT AND THE ID (MONOLOGUE IN REGARD TO HEREDITY) by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH TO A SWALLOW BUILDING UNDER THE EAVES [AT CRAIGENPUTTOCK] by JANE WELSH CARLYLE |