. Paroles sur la liberté, l'amour et la mort . e ? Puis, les bourdes de malédictions assaihng tomberont sur ta tête désolée; alors que la terre vers son centre est en train de tuer le sang innocent que tu as versé :les fidèles qui suivirent te, les ténèbres de l'enfer sont sur toi, Stern retribute justice mais se rencontrent ;— Et les lauriers que la chivalerie a gagné te sont morts et fanés à tes pieds. Mais si ceux qui écrivent ton histoire Bent ceux qui cherchent la liberté prendre heedThat la corvée sur tes mains n'est pas gloire, ni gloire chacun des actes désespérés :wo Freedom soulèvement, préditl'ardu fratricide sang-lâcher, à ceux qui sont

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. Lyrics on freedom, love and death . e ? Then thunders of curses assaihng Shall fall on thy desolate head ;While earth to her centre is wailing The innocent blood thou hast shed :The faithful who followed shall shun thee, The darkness of hell be upon thee— Stern retribute justice but meet ;—And the laurels that chivalry won thee Fall faded and dead at thy feet. But, if they who are writing thy story Bid those who seek freedom take heedThat the gore on thy hands is not glory, Nor glory each desperate deed :Should Freedom uprising, forgettingThe sharp fratricidal blood-letting, To those who are seeking her tellThat this mighty upheaving, upsetting Was all for the best, it is well. 48 The Fiitztre ? Then out of the sea of thy slaughters The sun of pure wisdom shall rise;Earths sons, and her beautiful daughters, Shall echo thy praise to the skies, And thank thee, O France, in their gladness.For showing the madness of madness In characters written in flame, And place with the cypress of sadness Upon thee the laurel of Fame !. 49 IN AFTER DAYS. I will accomplish that and this, And make myself a thorn to Things—Lords, councillors and tyrant kings— Who sit upon their thrones and kiss The rod of Fortune ; and are crownedThe sovereign masters of the earthTo scatter blight and death and dearth Wherever mortal man is found. I will do this and that, and breakThe backbone of their large conceit, And loose the sandals from their feet, And show tis holy ground they shake. So sang I in my earlier days, ! Ere I had learned to look abroad And see that more than monarchs trodUpon the form I fain would raise. 50 In After Days. Ere I, in looking toward the land That broke a triple diadem, That grasped at Freedoms garment hem, Had seen her, sword and torch in hand, A freedom-fool: ere I had grown To know that Love is freedoms strength—France taught the world that truth at length !- And Peace her chief foundation stone. Since then, I temper so my songThat it may never speak for blood

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