Of mortals, hurrying like a sudden shower Of irksome change, or threats from saddening power. Lo, Justice triumphs! Earth is freed! Joyful annunciation!-it went forth- For this refreshing incense from the West!— Where towns and cities thick as stars appear, 20 30 While the Sun rules, and cross the shades of night— The unwearied arrow hath pursued its flight! Of virtue crowned with glory's deathless meed: And slaves are pleased to learn that mighty feats are done; This messenger of good was launched in air, France, humbled France, amid her wild disorders, That she too lacks not reason to rejoice, And utter England's name with sadly-plausive voice. II O genuine glory, pure renown! And well might it beseem that mighty Town If a new Temple lift her votive brow High on the shore of silver Thames-to greet Fresh risen, and beautiful within!-there meet A Pile that Grace approves, and Time can trust 40 50 III But if the valiant of this land In reverential modesty demand, That all observance, due to them, be paid Kings, warriors, high-souled poets, saint-like sages, The living generations with the dead; By visual pomp, and by the tie Soft notes, awful as the omen Of destructive tempests coming, And escaping from that sadness While the white-robed choir attendant, Songs of victory and praise, For them who bravely stood unhurt, or bled 60 70 80 IV Nor will the God of peace and love The region that in hope was ploughed Cities and towns-'tis Thou-the work is Thine !— 90 The fierce Tornado sleeps within Thy courts— We bow our heads before Thee, and we laud But Man is Thy most awful instrument, In working out a pure intent; Thou cloth'st the wicked in their dazzling mail, 100 110 Forbear :-to Thee Father and Judge of all, with fervent tongue, Of contemplation, by no sense of wrong TO THEE-TO THEE, Just God of christianised Humanity, Shall praises be poured forth, and thanks ascend, Blest, above measure blest, If on Thy love our Land her hopes shall rest, And all the Nations labour to fulfil 120 Thy law, and live henceforth in peace, in pure good will. XLVI 1815 or 1816 THE MORNING OF THE DAY APPOINTED FOR A GENERAL I AIL, orient Conqueror of gloomy Night! Thou that canst shed the bliss of gratitude On hearts howe'er insensible or rude; Whether thy punctual visitations smite The haughty towers where monarchs dwell; Dazzling the vision that presumes to gaze. That bind thee to the path which God ordains That thou shalt trace, Till, with the heavens and earth, thou pass away! To us who tread below), Do with the service of this Day accord. Of mortal man is suffered to behold; Thou, who upon those snow-clad Heights hast poured Meek lustre, nor forget'st the humble Vale; Thou who dost warm Earth's universal mould, And for thy bounty wert not unadored By pious men of old; Once more, heart-cheering Sun, I bid thee hail! Bright be thy course to-day, let not this promise fail! 'Mid the deep quiet of this morning hour, All nature seems to hear me while I speak, By feelings urged that do not vainly seek Apt language, ready as the tuneful notes That stream in blithe succession from the throats Of birds, in leafy bower, Warbling a farewell to a vernal shower. -There is a radiant though a short-lived flame, ΤΟ 20 30 40 A solid refuge for distress The towers of righteousness; He knows that from a holier altar came The quickening spark of this day's sacrifice; That deeper far it lies Than aught dependent on the fickle skies. III Have we not conquered?-by the vengeful sword? Ah no, by dint of Magnanimity; That curbed the baser passions, and left free A loyal band to follow their liege Lord years; In execution of heroic deeds He with enraptured voice will tell Of One whose spirit no reverse could quell; Who paints how Britain struggled and prevailed Of circumspect humanity; Shall show her clothed with strength and skill Firm as a rock in stationary fight; In motion rapid as the lightning's gleam; IV And thus is missed the sole true glory At which they only shall arrive Who through the abyss of weakness dive. The very humblest are too proud of heart; For Him who lifteth up and layeth low; For that Almighty God to whom we owe, 50 60 70 80 90 Say not that we have vanquished—but that we survive. |