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...LAUGHTER (YOUTH SPEAKS TO HIS OWN OLD AGE) by CONRAD AIKEN VARIATIONS: 11 by CONRAD AIKEN THE QUALITY OF COURAGE by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET ONE OF THE LEAST OF THESE, MY LITTLE ONE' by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON MATE (1) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON ANSWER TO PRAYER by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON |