OH, not unwept, unsung thy wrongs have been, Full many a swelling heart hath bled unseen; Full many a tearful prayer and mournful groan— Have to the ear of Heaven been breathed alone! Long have the iron hoofs of power and pride Trod on thee; long thy panting, bleeding side, Pierced by the barbed steel of Russian power— A fearful reckoning waits the avenging hour! How long, O Lord, how long! stretch out thy hand, Cast out the oppressor from the struggling land, The fetters rend, proclaim to Europe broad— Among the nations who is judge but God? Thy time must come; it will, for God is just: Arise and sing, thou dweller in the dust; Thy soiled and bleeding brow shall yet be crowned By Freedom's hand, and healed each ghastly wound. No power I wield, no influence can I bring, To bear upon the heart of Czar or King, But I can plead thy cause His throne before Who reigns, and rules, and lives for evermore! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SICKNESS by CHARLES BUKOWSKI CHRISTMAS TREES; A CHRISTMAS CIRCULAR LETTER by ROBERT FROST THE FIGHT OF THE ARMSTRONG PRIVATEER by JAMES JEFFREY ROCHE TO A THESAURUS by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS SONNET TO THE DEBEN by BERNARD BARTON DESPISED AND REJECTED by KATHARINE LEE BATES HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 38 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH |