I. WILL our Leaders faint and falter At the foes they have to bind -- The Ignorance and Prejudice, Bigot heart and shallow mind? Do they tremble at the ordeal That is looming from afar -- The battle, and the hero-death, And vict'ry's fiery car? II. Ah! the brave ones! Lion-hearted! They whose prophet-accents rung, As if pentecostal fires Had been kindled on their tongue; Some with words of soft persuasion, Melting hearts of stern and strong, Like the minor chord that waketh All our tears in Irish song. III. Some with glance, like eagles, fearless, And great thoughts that kindle deeds, Bowing souls of men before them As the storm-wind sweeps the reeds. Will they sink down, pale and weary? Vain is preaching to the wind, Burning words and supplications -- Slavish souls are deaf and blind. IV. Never! Like the protomartyr, Ages since on Judah's plains, While around him, furious raging, Stood the fierce, unbranded Cains; So, sublime in holy daring, Stand our Leaders calmly there, Though such grief their spirit's clouding As might quickly fade young hair. V. Grief for the idiot people, Who, with suicidal hand, Strive to bind the fetters closer On their prostrate, bleeding land. But a silver cord of gladness Is inwoven in the gloom -- Through the midnight of our sadness, Brightest stars from heaven loom. VI. Morning comes when night is darkest, Near to evil good will spring, As the Indian serpent resteth On the leaf that heals its sting. Braver spirits will enkindle, To redeem our abject race; Noble hearts will beat yet nobler, To retrieve our past disgrace. VII. Brighter still, and brighter shining, Seems the glory of the few, Who, in face of earth and heaven, Swear to God they dare be true. Let the masses pass on scorning, Seek not courage in their mind; Self-devotion, patriot fervour, Spring not from the craven kind. VIII. Abject tears, and prayers submissive -- Have they eyes, and cannot see? Never country gained her freedom When she sued on bended knee. Be our Leaders, then, still daring, Bold in word, and brave in fight; And when comes the day of trial, Then, may God defend the Right! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO LIVE MERRILY AND TO TRUST TO GOOD VERSES by ROBERT HERRICK SONNET: 17 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE TO NIGHT by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY TO THE FOUR COURTS, PLEASE by JAMES STEPHENS ECHOES OF SPRING: 10 by MATHILDE BLIND |