THAT hour the Titan Corsican first dared To knot, ignite, and wield, as scourge and brand, The lacerate life of Freedom's Motherland, -- That hour the herded nations, maimed and scared, Fawned at the Titan's feet, though late prepared To take the freedom from Her bleeding hand, -- That hour Fate timed with black volcanic sand, But Love mixed gold therewith lest men despaired. Napoleon thundered, Hugo lisped; but Hope Hid with the babe; and when the thunder sank, And all the tyrant's legions, rank on rank, Melted like mist, athwart a bright'ning slope, Robed in a golden shower of song sublime, Hope fired all plains and pinnacles of Time. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: MRS. KESSLER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS WHITE NOCTURNE by CONRAD AIKEN FLOWER GUIDANCE by ROBERT FROST SOMEBODY LOVED ME by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON APPLES OF HESPERIDES by AMY LOWELL |