BUT wake the trumpet's blast again, And rouse the ranks of warrior men! O War! when Truth thy arm employs, And Freedom's spirit guides the labouring storm, 'Tis then thy vengeance takes a hallow'd form, And like heaven's lightning sacredly destroys! Nor, Music! through thy breathing sphere, Lives there a sound more grateful to the ear Of him who made all harmony, Than the blest sound of fetters breaking, And the first hymn that man, awaking From Slavery's slumber, breathes to Liberty! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BURIED LADY by PAUL VALERY PORPHYRIA'S LOVER by ROBERT BROWNING A MOMENT by MARY ELIZABETH COLERIDGE THRENODY by RALPH WALDO EMERSON CHANGE by WILLIAM DEAN HOWELLS BALLADE OF MYSELF AND MONSIEUR RABELAIS by LEONARD BACON (1887-1954) |