WE'VE trod the maze of error round, Long wandering in the winding glade; And now the torch of truth is found, It only shows us where we strayed: By long experience taught, we know -- Can rightly judge of friends and foes; Can all the worth of these allow, And all the faults discern in those. Now, 'tis our boast that we can quell The wildest passions in their rage, Can their destructive force repel, And their impetuous wrath assuage. -- Ah, Virtue! dost thou arm when now This bold rebellious race are fled? When all these tyrants rest, and thou Art warring with the mighty dead? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BY THE STATUE OF KING CHARLES AT CHARING CROSS by LIONEL PIGOT JOHNSON THE SURRENDER AT APPOMATTOX [APRIL 9, 1865] by HERMAN MELVILLE THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 70. THE HILL-SUMMIT by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI QUATORZAINS: 4. TO SOUND by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES THE LAST MAN by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES PSALM 104 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |