Poet, write! Not of a purpose dark and dire That souls of evil fashion, Nor the power that nerves the assassin's hand In the white heat of his passion: But let thy rhyme, Through every clime, A burthen bear of this one crime: Let the world draw in a shuddering breath, O'er the crime that aims at a nation's death! Minstrel, sing! Not in affection's dulcet tone, Or with sound of a soft recorder: Strike not thy harp to a strain arranged In measured, harmonic order: But loud and strong The tones prolong, That thunder of a nation's wrong; Let a sound of war in thy notes appear, Till the world opes wide a startled ear! Soldier, fight! Thou hast a patriot's throbbing pulse, And future history's pages, Shall tell of the blood so freely shed To redeem "the crime of the ages." Well may'st thou fight For truth and right, And teach a rebel foe thy might! Let a loyal heart, and undaunted will, Show the world we are a nation still! Prophet, speak! Speak for the children of martyred sires, An offspring the most ungrateful! Warn them of Justice hurrying on To punish a deed so hateful! O read with thy Prophetic eye The omens of our troubled sky! What is the picture beyond the gloom? New life, new birth, or a nation's tomb? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ODE, FR. THE PASSIONATE PILGRIM by RICHARD BARNFIELD EPITAPH ON THE TOMB OF SIR EDWARD GILES AND HIS WIFE by ROBERT HERRICK LINES ON THE MERMAID TAVERN by JOHN KEATS THE LAST BUCCANEER by CHARLES KINGSLEY CUBA LIBRA [APRIL, 1896] by CINCINNATUS HEINE MILLER |