You said: "Since so it is, good-bye, You said (there shall be answer fit): You said (O not in vain you said): Ah! not for idle hatred, not And though the stranger stand, 'tis true, This voice did on my spirit fall, Or shall I say: "Vain word, false thought, Since Prudence hath her martyrs too, And Wisdom dictates not to do Till doing shall be not for naught? "Not ours to give or lose is life: Death's victim slain in useless strife?" That rivers flow into the sea Is loss and waste, the foolish say, Showers fall upon the hills, springs flow, The river runneth still at hand, Brave men are born into the land, And whence, the foolish do not know. No! no vain voice did on me fall, CLOUGH (Peschiera). 78 THEN a deed is done for Freedom, through W the the broad earth's aching breast Runs a thrill of joy prophetic, trembling on from east to west, And the slave, where'er he cowers, feels the soul within him climb To the awful verge of manhood, as the energy sublime Of a century bursts full-blossomed on the stormy stem of Time. For mankind are one in spirit, and an instinct bears along, Round the earth's electric circle, the swift flash of right or wrong; Whether conscious or unconscious, yet Humanity's vast frame Through its ocean-sundered fibres feels the gush of joy or shame : In the gain or loss of one race all the rest have equal claim. Once to every man and nation comes the moment to decide, In the strife of Truth with Falsehood, for the good or evil side; Some great cause, God's new Messiah, offering each the bloom or blight, Parts the goats upon the left hand and the sheep upon the right, And the choice goes by forever 'twixt that darkness and that light. Careless seems the great Avenger; history's pages but record One death-grapple in the darkness 'twixt old systems and the Word; Truth forever on the scaffold, Wrong forever on the throne, Yet that scaffold sways the future, and, behind the dim unknown, Standeth God within the shadow, keeping watch above his own. |