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Show 38 And shall the wintry-bosomed Dane Relax the iron hand of pride, And bid his bondmen cast the chain, From fettered soul and limb, aside 1 Shall every flap of England's flag Proclaim that all around are free, From ' farthest Ind' to each blue crag That beetles o'er the Western Sea 1 And shall we scoff at Europe's kings, 'Vhen Freedom's fire is dim with us, And round our country's altar clings The damning shade of Slavery's curse 1 Go-let us ask of Constantine To loose his grasp on Poland's throatAnd beg the lord of Mahmoud'~ line To spare the struggling Suhote. Will not the scorching answer come From turban'd Turk, and fiery Russ' Go loose your fettered slaves at home, Then turn, and ask the like of us!' Just God ! and shall we calmly rest, The christian's scorn-the heathen's mirthContent to live the lingering jest And by-word of a mocking earth 1 39 Shall our own glorious land retain 'I'hat curse which Europe scorns to bear? Shall our own brethren drag the chain 'Vhich not even Russia's menials wear 1 Up, then, in Freedom's manly part, From gray-beard eld to fiery youth, And on the nation's naked heart, Scatter the living coals of Truth! Up-while ye slumber, deeper yet The shadow of our fame is growing ! Up-while ye pause, our sun may set In blood, around our altars flowing! Oh rouse ye-ere the storm comes forthThe gathered wrath of God and manLike that which wasted Egypt's earth, When hail and fire above it ran. Hear ye no warnings in the air 1 Feel ye no earthquake underneath 1 Up-up-IVhy will ye slumber where The sleeper only wakes in death 1 Up now for Freedom !-not in strife Like that your sterner fathers sawThe awful waste of human life- The glory and the guilt of war: But break the chain-the yoke removeAnd smite to earth Oppression's rod, With those mild arms of Truth and Love, Made mighty through the living God ! |