THEY say, "The man is false, and falls away": Yet sighs my soul in secret for their pride; Tears are mine hourly food, and night and day I plead for them, and may not be denied. They say, "His words unnerve the warrior's hand, And dim the statesman's eye and disunite The friends of Israel"; yet, in every land, My words, to Faith, are Peace, and Hope, and Might. They say, "The frenzied one is fain to see Glooms of his own; and gathering storms afar;— But dungeons deep, and fetters strong have we." Alas! Heaven's lightning would ye chain and bar? Ye scorners of th' Eternal! wait one hour; In His seer's weakness ye shall see His power. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FESTE'S SONG (1), FR. TWELFTH NIGHT by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE CIGARS AND BEER by GEORGE ARNOLD ADEQUACY by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING OATS WILD TURN MILD by THRALL BUELL TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 3. TO THINE OWN SELF BE TRUE by EDWARD CARPENTER |