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Soul and Country (Author: James Clarence Mangan)
- Arise! my slumbering soul, arise!
And learn what yet remains for thee
To dree or do!
The signs are flaming in the skies;
A struggling world would yet be free,
And live anew.
The earthquake hath not yet been born,
That soon shall rock the lands around
Beneath their base.
Immortal freedom's thunder horn,
As yet, yields but a doleful sound
To Europe's race.
- Look round, my soul, and see and say
If those about thee understand
Their mission here;
The will to smitethe power to slay
Abound in every heart and hand,
But, God! must yet the conqueror's sword
Pierce mind, as heart, in this proud year?
O, dream it not!
It sounds a false, blaspheming word,
Begot and born of moral fear
- To leave the world a name is nought;
To leave a name for glorious deeds
And works of love
A name to waken lightning thought,
And fire the soul of him who reads
This tells above.
Napoleon sinks to-day before
The ungilded shrine, the single soul
Truth's name, alone, shall man adore,
Long as the waves of time shall roll
- My countrymen! my words are weak,
My health is gone, my soul is dark,
My heart is chill
Yet would I fain and fondly seek
To see you borne in freedom's bark
O'er ocean still.
Beseech your God, and bide your hour
He cannot, will not, long be dumb;
Even now His tread
Is heard o'er earth with coming power;
And coming, trust me, it will come,
Else were He dead!