TRIBUNE of Peoples! Lover of God and Right: Champion of Man and Freedom! Slow but strong Was thy recoil from vested Force and Wrong To lead the battle of the Sons of Light! "A State should have a Conscience!"—Broods of Night And War and Darkness scattered at that word: Greed's woven mesh was cleft as with a sword Held in young Michael's grasping. Up the height The New Day broadened far by land and sea. Thy spell was cast on dreary dull finance Forging it to an arm for Liberty, For Life's sweet uses and for Toil's romance. The Slav, Armenia, Erin weep for thee: Thou pulsest in the heart of new-born Italy! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...O DREAMS, O DESTINATIONS by CECIL DAY LEWIS PURSUIT OF THE WORD by ROBERT FROST MATERNITY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SEPULCHRE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO A FRIEND WRITING ON CABARET DANCERS by EZRA POUND |