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Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). A Victorian Anthology, 1837–1895. 1895.

James Clarence Mangan 1803–49

Soul and Country


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 smite, the power to slay,

Abound in every heart and hand

Afar, anear;

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,

And ill-begot.

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

Of Washington:

Truth’s name alone shall man adore

Long as the waves of Time shall roll

Henceforward on.

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.