LXXV. "Be your strong and simple words Keen to wound as sharpened swords, And wide as targes let them be, With their shade to cover ye. LXXVI. "Let the tyrants pour around LXXVII. "Let the charged artillery drive, LXXVIII. "Let the fixed bayonet Gleam with sharp desire to wet LXXIX. Let the horsemen's scimitars LXXX. "Stand ye calm and resolute, Like a forest close and mute, With folded arms, and looks which are LXXXI. "And let Panic, who outspeeds The career of armed steeds, Through your phalanx undismayed. LXXXII. "Let the laws of your own land, LXXXIII. "The old laws of England-they Whose reverend heads with age are gray, Children of a wiser day; And whose solemn voice must be Thine own echo-Liberty! LXXXIV. "On those who first should violate VOL. III. LXXXV. "And if then the tyrants dare, LXXXVI. "With folded arms and steady eyes, LXXXVII. "Then they will return with shame LXXXVIII. "Every woman in the land Will point at them as they stand; LXXXIX. “And the bold true warriors, Who have hugged danger in the wars, Will turn to those who would be free, Ashamed of such base company: XC. "And that slaughter to the nation Shall steam up like inspiration, Eloquent, oracular, A volcano heard afar: XCI. "And these words shall then become Like oppression's thundered doom, Ringing through each heart and brain, Heard again-again—again! XCII. "Rise, like lions after slumber In unvanquishable number! Shake your chains to earth, like dew Which in sleep had fallen on you: Ye are many-they are few!" |