Jeremiah

The Patriot.

They say, " The man is false, and falls away: "
Yet sighs my soul in secret for their pride;
Tears are mine hourly food, and night and day
I plead for them, and may not be denied.

They say, " His words unnerve the warrior's hand,
And dim the statesman's eye, and disunite
The friends of Israel: " yet, in every land,
My words, to Faith, are Peace, and Hope, and Might.

They say, " The frenzied one is fain to see
Glooms of his own; and gathering storms afar; —
But dungeons deep, and fetters strong have we. "
Alas! Heaven's lightning would ye chain and bar?

Ye scorners of th' Eternal! wait one hour;
In His seer's weakness ye shall see His power.
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