The Peace Of Europe





"GREAT peace in Europe! Order reigns

From Tiber's hills to Danube's plains!"

So say her kings and priests; so say

The lying prophets of our day.



Go lay to earth a listening ear;

The tramp of measured marches hear;

The rolling of the cannon's wheel,

The shotted musket's murderous peal,

The night alarm, the sentry's call,

The quick-eared spy in hut and hall!

From Polar sea and tropic fen

The dying-groans of exiled men!

The bolted cell, the galley's chains,

The scaffold smoking with its stains!

Order, the hush of brooding slaves

Peace, in the dungeon-vaults and graves!



O Fisher! of the world-wide net,

With meshes in all waters set,

Whose fabled keys of heaven and hell

Bolt hard the patriot's prison-cell,

And open wide the banquet-hall,

Where kings and priests hold carnival!

Weak vassal tricked in royal guise,

Boy Kaiser with thy lip of lies;

Base gambler for Napoleon's crown,

Barnacle on his dead renown!

Thou, Bourbon Neapolitan,

Crowned scandal, loathed of God and man

And thou, fell Spider of the North!

Stretching thy giant feelers forth,

Within whose web the freedom dies

Of nations eaten up like flies!

Speak, Prince and Kaiser, Priest and Czar I

If this be Peace, pray what is War?



White Angel of the Lord! unmeet

That soil accursed for thy pure feet.

Never in Slavery's desert flows

The fountain of thy charmed repose;

No tyrant's hand thy chaplet weaves

Of lilies and of olive-leaves;

Not with the wicked shalt thou dwell,

Thus saith the Eternal Oracle;

Thy home is with the pure and free!

Stern herald of thy better day,

Before thee, to prepare thy way,

The Baptist Shade of Liberty,

Gray, scarred and hairy-robed, must press

With bleeding feet the wilderness!

Oh that its voice might pierces the ear

Of princes, trembling while they hear

A cry as of the Hebrew seer

Repent! God's kingdom draweth near!

1852.





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