Yes! Ethiopia yet shall stretch Her bleeding hands abroad; Her cry of agony shall reach Up to the throne of God. The tyrant's yoke from off her neck, His fetters from her soul, The mighty hand of God shall break, And spurn the base control. Redeemed from dust and freed from chains, Her sons shall lift their eyes; From cloud-capt hills and verdant plains Shall shouts of triumph rise. Upon her dark, despairing brow Shall play a smile of peace; For God shall bend unto her woe, And her sorrows cease. 'Neath sheltering vines and stately palms Shall laughing children play, And aged sires with joyous psalms Shall gladden every day. Secure by night, and blest by day, Shall pass her happy hours; Nor human tigers hunt for prey Within her peaceful bowers. Then, Ethiopia, stretch, O stretch Thy bleeding hands abroad! Thy cry of agony shall reach And find redress from God. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...UPON THE DEATH OF MY EVER CONSTANT FRIEND DOCTOR DONNE, DEAN OF PAUL'S by HENRY KING (1592-1669) REBEL COLOR-BEARERS AT SHILOH by HERMAN MELVILLE PICCIOLA by ROBERT HENRY NEWELL IN MEMORY OF WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE LILIES: 19. 'WHEN YOU THOUGHT I WAS 'FAR AWAY,' I WAS DREAMING by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) YELLOW CLOVER by KATHARINE LEE BATES |