EARTH'S ANSWER. ARTH raised up her head From the darkness dread and drear. Her light fled, Stony dread! And her locks cover'd with grey despair. Prison'd on watery shore, Weeping o'er, I hear the father of the ancient men. Selfish father of men, Cruel, jealous, selfish fear, Can delight, Chain'd in night, The virgins of youth and morning bear? G Does Spring hide its joy When buds and blossoms grow? Does the sower Sow by night, Or the ploughman in darkness plough? Break this heavy chain That does freeze my bones around— |