My Political Faith
I am not of those fierce, wild wills,
Albeit from loins of warlike line,
To wreck laws human and divine
Alike, that on a million ills
I might erect one sacred shrine
To Freedom: nor again am I
Of these who could be sold and bought
To fall before a Juggernaut:
I hold all " royal right " a lie —
Save that a royal soul hath wrought!
It is in the extreme begins
And ends all danger: if the Few
Would feel, or if the Many knew
This fact, the mass of fewer sins
Would shrive them in their passing through:
O'er all God's footstool not a slave
Should under his great glory stand,
For men would rise, swift sword in hand,
And give each tyrant to his grave
And freedom to each lovely land.
Albeit from loins of warlike line,
To wreck laws human and divine
Alike, that on a million ills
I might erect one sacred shrine
To Freedom: nor again am I
Of these who could be sold and bought
To fall before a Juggernaut:
I hold all " royal right " a lie —
Save that a royal soul hath wrought!
It is in the extreme begins
And ends all danger: if the Few
Would feel, or if the Many knew
This fact, the mass of fewer sins
Would shrive them in their passing through:
O'er all God's footstool not a slave
Should under his great glory stand,
For men would rise, swift sword in hand,
And give each tyrant to his grave
And freedom to each lovely land.
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