Tho' Power should make from land to land The name of Britain trebly great— Tho' every channel of the State Should fill and choke with golden sand Yet waft me from the harbour-mouth, The palms and temples of the South. "OF OLD SAT FREEDOM," ETC. 227 "OF OLD SAT FREEDOM ON THE HEIGHTS." Of old sat Freedom on the heights, The thunders breaking at her feet: There in her place she did rejoice, Self-gather'd in her prophet-mind, But fragments of her mighty voice Then stept she down thro' town and field And part by part to men reveal'd The fulness of her face — Grave mother of majestic works, From her isle-altar gazing down, Who, God-like, grasps the triple forks, Her open eyes desire the truth. The wisdom of a thousand years Is in them. May perpetual youth That her fair form may stand and shine, Make bright our days and light our dreams, Turning to scorn with lips divine The falsehood of extremes! "LOVE THOU THY LAND." LOVE thou thy land, with love far-brought True love turn'd round on fixed poles, Love, that endures not sordid ends, For English natures, freemen, friends, Thy brothers and immortal souls. But pamper not a hasty time, Nor feed with crude imaginings The herd, wild hearts and feeble wings That every sophister can lime. Deliver not the tasks of might To weakness, neither hide the ray From those, not blind, who wait for day, Tho' sitting girt with doubtful light. Make knowledge circle with the winds; Bear seed of men and growth of minds. Watch what main-currents draw the years: Cut Prejudice against the grain : But gentle words are always gain: Regard the weakness of thy peers: Nor toil for title, place, or touch Not clinging to some ancient saw; That from Discussion's lip may fall With Life, that, working strongly, binds Set in all lights by many minds, To close the interests of all. For Nature also, cold and warm, Meet is it changes should control So let the change which comes be free To ingroove itself with that which flies, |