LET Liberty run onward with the years, And circle with the seasons; let her break The tyrant's harshness, the oppressor's spears; Bring ripened recompenses that shall make Supreme amends for sorrow's long arrears; Drop holy benison on hearts that ache; But clearer radiance into human eyes, And set the glad earth singing to the skies. Clean natures coin pure statutes. Let us cleanse The hearts that beat within us; let us now Clear to the roots our falseness and pretence, Tread down our rank ambitions, overthrow Our braggart moods of puffed self-consequence, Plough up our hideous thistles which do grow Faster than maize in May time, and strike dead The base infections our low greeds have bred. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: ALONZO CHURCHILL by EDGAR LEE MASTERS BABY'S SHOES by WILLIAM COX BENNETT CASABIANCA by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS WESTWARD HO! by CINCINNATUS HEINE MILLER TO THE NIGHTINGALE by JOHN MILTON CENTENNIAL HYMN by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER DEMON by ALEXANDER (ALEKSANDR) ALEXANDROVICH BLOK |