For Cambria Themes in Verse And Prose Ad 1854 1868 With Other Pieces
For Cambria Themes in Verse And Prose Ad 1854 1868 With Other Pieces
James Kenward
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— the clang — the tramp — the boom ; again Upleap the flames — the driving steel drips red, Till Night's pure eyes look shuddering on the plain Where mingle Famine, Death, and Misery and Pain ! God's truth is broad. Let each September story The bosom's noblest S3'TQpathies excite ; Be ours alike the hate of War's false glory. And of his infamy who fears to fight : StiU pray that Time War's upas-tree may bHght, Art bloom, and Heaven's blessings crown our need ; But when our cause is Liberty and ...Right, Come Battle's horrors ! Let us bear and bleed Till peace be battle-won, which shall be peace indeed ! L 146 MEDITATIONS. "Tis the calm of July midnight, and the world around me sleeps, Save where Wealth's pale priest Labour a fiery vigil keeps ; And the gleam from his iron altars o'er the placid sky is flung. Ever of human sacrifice telling with blood-red tongue. But I turn to the southern planets that in purer air outbend, And I hear the breeze soft-flowing from their lucid founts descend, While I lie with cheek moss-pillowed, plaided 'gainst dewy harm, Waking the old dream-spirits by the well-remembered charm : So have I pressed the mountain when the beating blood in my veins Throbbed over silent clouds and crags and glimmering lakes and plains, Till that pulse seemed the pulse of Nature, and her silence and her glee, Her beauty and power and passion, were upgathered into me ; Then down the shelving granite through the mountain roots I would glide — Down where blind Earthquake nestles— down where the Gnomes abide — Down to the glowing chambers where the giant work is done That shall whirl in the crowning Ages Earth's fragments around the sun : — MEDITATIONS.
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