The pages of thy book I read, And as I closed each one, My heart, responding, ever said, "Servant of God! well done!" Well done! Thy words are great and bold; At times they seem to me, Like Luther's, in the days of old, Half-battles for the free. Go on, until this land revokes The old and chartered Lie, The feudal curse, whose whips and yokes Insult humanity. A voice is ever at thy side Speaking in tones of might, Like the prophetic voice, that cried To John in Patmos, "Write!" Write! and tell out this bloody tale; Record this dire eclipse, This Day of Wrath, this Endless Wail, This dread Apocalypse! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LATE LEAVES by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR THE SILENT VOICES by ALFRED TENNYSON THE HORSE THIEF by WILLIAM ROSE BENET SPIRITS by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES NATURE AND ART by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN CROMWELL'S SOLILOQUY OVER THE DEAD BODY OF CHARLES by EDWARD GEORGE EARLE LYTTON BULWER-LYTTON |