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Pleadest before God's love ! Arrayed in Wisdom's mail,
Wave thy lightning lance in mirth
Nor let thy high heart fail,
With hurried legions move !
What though Cimmerian Anarchs dare blaspheme
Freedom and thee? thy shield is as a mirror To make their blind slaves see, and with fierce gleam To turn his hungry sword upon the wearer ;
A new Actæon's error Shall their's have been - devoured by their own hounds !
Be thou like the imperial Basilisk Killing thy foe with unapparent wounds!
Gaze on oppression, till at that dread risk
Aghast she pass from the Earth's disk:
If Hope and Truth and Justice may avail,
ANTISTROPHE B. 2.
Strip every impious gawd, rend Error veil by veil :
O'er Ruin desolate,
O'er Falsehood's fallen state, Sit thou sublime, unawed; be the Destroyer pale !
And equal laws be thine,
And winged words let sail,
That wealth, surviving fate,
ANTISTROPHE d. 7.
From land to land re-echoed solemnly,
To the cold Alps, eternal Italy
Starts to hear thine! The Sea
Within whose veins long ran
(If Hope and Truth and Justice can avail)
ANTISTROPHE B. 7.
Of cities fairest one,
From eyes of quenchless hope
Rome tears the priestly cope,
As athlete stript to run
From a remoter station
As then Hope, Truth, and Justice did avail,
EPODE I. B.
Arrayed against the ever-living Gods?
Of crags and thunder-clouds ?
the banners blazoned to the day, Inwrought with emblems of barbaric pride? Dissonant threats kill Silence far away, The serene Heaven which wraps our Eden wide
With iron light is dyed, The Anarchs of the North lead forth their legions
Like Chaos o'er creation, uncreating ;
Of the white Alps, desolating,
Famished wolves that bide no waiting, Blotting the glowing footsteps of old glory, Trampling our columned cities into dust,
Their dull and savage lust
On Beauty's corse to sickness satiatingThey come! The fields they tread look black and hoary With fire — from their red feet the streams run gory !
EPODE II. B.
Which rulest and dost move
Who spreadest heaven around it,
Whose woods, rocks, waves, surround it;
From the Earth's bosom chill ;
Bid the Earth's plenty kill !
Whilst light and darkness bound it,
To make it ours and thine !
And frowns and fears from Thee,
Would not more swiftly flee
Thou yieldest or withholdest, Oh let be
The fiery mountains answer each other;
Their thunderings are echoed from zone to zone; The tempestuous oceans awake one another, And the ice-rocks are shaken round Winter's throne,
When the clarion of the Typhoon is blown.