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To a new tyrant who shall come your way,And serve him meekly with mock–serious brow,While the world laughs. I shall not laugh at you.Your Bourbon, Bonaparte or BoulangerAre foils to your own part of ingénueWhich moves me most, the moral of your play.You have a mission in the world, to teachAll pride its level. Poet,…

Arise and warn!Unloved prophet of illWho sittest clothed in thy grief,In thy pride of unbelief,In thy silence of love forsworn!Speak thy word to the world;Let it be as a sword to thy will;Let it be as a spear that is hurled,A banner of wrath unfurled,A garment rent and torn.Speak. They shall listen to thee,A single…

Have sat there, in a shadow as of death.My friends and comforters no longer smile,And they who grudge me wrongfully my breathAre strong and many. I am bowed beneathA weight of trouble and unjust reproachFrom many fools and friends of little faith.The world is little worth, yet troubles much.But I am comforted in this, that…

Love calls us from our sleep, and we make stressTo rise and greet him in a world austereWith a sweet dawn, while blithe as chanticleerHe carols his brave message, and we loosenThe shutters of our grief to find him near.Many are called by Love, but few are chosen.Love’s voice is truth. He speaks his messagesIn…

All night long at this sad grating,Sleepless like a prisoned bird,Singing low,Singing slow:Come, ah come, love.–Not a word!Love, in vain for thee this tokenDid I tie, poor silken cord,To my window. See, ’tis brokenAnd the strands fly heavenward.All are free,All but me.Come, ah come, love.–Not a word!Lo, the first sad streak of morningCleaves the heaven…

No pilgrim of them all a wearier soulBrought ever here, no master of dark artsA spirit vexed with more discordant parts,No beggar a scrip barer of all dole;No son, alas, steps sorer with the dartsOf that rebellious sorrow, his sin’s toll.I kneel and make an offering of my careAnd folly, and hurt reason. Who would…