. Plays and poems . ake those words like suns and live within their light. 20 SONNET. Dishonored may he stand who shall delay-In his oppressed or tyrant-troubled land;Who shall not, in her bondage, raise a hand To strike her chains incarnadine away. And thrice dishonored he who shall betrayHis lands election to a venal band,Or light in peace foul Discords ready brand, Flaming the State to war for Caesars pay. Our Countrys call is also Heavens call,When tyrants have abused her sacred right: Her free election is the armature Which God has given man against the might And violence of that old feud
. Plays and poems . ake those words like suns and live within their light. 20 SONNET. Dishonored may he stand who shall delay-In his oppressed or tyrant-troubled land;Who shall not, in her bondage, raise a hand To strike her chains incarnadine away. And thrice dishonored he who shall betrayHis lands election to a venal band,Or light in peace foul Discords ready brand, Flaming the State to war for Caesars pay. Our Countrys call is also Heavens call,When tyrants have abused her sacred right: Her free election is the armature Which God has given man against the might And violence of that old feudal thrall: Her peace is Heavens peace when she is pure. LIBERTY. Republics do not freemen make, Nor Despotisms slaves ;For they alone are free that forsake The license which betrays. But they who do subdue are freeThe wildness of their will; But he is the son of LibertyThat s Virtues bondman still. Yea, from within is liberty ! The which outlives the Despotisms have their free. Republics have their ODE TO ADMIRAL DEWEY. O let his song be sung again, His glorious song of victory ;Sweetest in the ears of free-born men, And all compact of liberty :O sing it oer, ye Muse, and sing it loftier for the Free. Say how our Chieftain met the Foe, Leading his brave, determined men ;And how he dealt the open blow Against the Spaniard there and then ;And how he struck once for the sunken Maine nor struck [again. Say how he met the Spanish host, There where a blow gainst tyranny(Along that tyrant-governed coast)Was twice a blow for liberty,Dealt in that just and perfect cause that its own prayer [could be. The Enemy comes on, and lo ! Down from Olympias conscious gun,A cloud of fire leaps on that Foe,That lifting, when the field is a new and western nation lighted by Freedoms [sun. The Enemy comes on—to sink, Or charge but once—and charge to fly :He hangs on deep destructions brinkAnd strikes at Freedoms star—to die ;While Freedoms star, now large as a sun
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