I. "TIS sweet to climb the mountain-crest, And run, like deer-hound, down its breast, 'Tis sweet to snuff the taintless air, And sweep the sea with haughty stare: And, sad it is, when iron bars Keep watch between you and the stars; And sad to find your footstep stayed By prison-wall and palisade: But 'twere better be A prisoner for ever, With no destiny To do, or to endeavour; Better life to spend A martyr or confessor, Than in silence bend To alien and oppressor. II. 'Tis sweet to rule an ample realm, Through weal and woe to hold the helm; And sweet to strew, with plenteous hand, Strength, health, and beauty, round your land: And sad it is to be unprized, While dotards rule, unrecognised; And sad your little ones to see Writhe in the gripe of poverty: But 'twere better pine In rags and gnawing hunger, While around you whine Your elder and your younger; Better lie in pain, And rise in pain to-morrow, Than o'er millions reign, While those millions sorrow. III. 'Tis sweet to own a quiet hearth, Begirt by constancy and mirth; 'Twere sweet to feel your dying clasp Returned by friendship's steady grasp And sad it is, to spend your life, Like sea-bird in the ceaseless strife -- Your lullaby the ocean's roar, Your resting-place a foreign shore: But 'twere better live, Like ship caught by Lofoden, Than your spirit give To be by chains corroden. Best of all to yield Your latest breath, when lying On a victor field, With the green flag flying! IV. Human joy and human sorrow, Light or shade from conscience borrow; The tyrant's crown is lined with flame, Life never paid the coward's shame: The miser's lock is never sure, The traitor's home is never pure; While seraphs guard, and cherubs tend The good man's life and brave man's end: But their fondest care Is the patriot's prison, Hymning through its air -- "Freedom hath arisen, Oft from statesmen's strife, Oft from battle's flashes, Oft from hero's life, Oftenest from his ashes!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONG FOR A VIOLA D'AMORE by AMY LOWELL THE TIGER, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: CARL HAMBLIN by EDGAR LEE MASTERS LOVE AND LIFE. A SONG by JOHN WILMOT SEVEN SAD SONNETS: 4. SHE REMEMBERS by MARY REYNOLDS ALDIS |