France: An Ode
I
- 1Ye Clouds! that far above me float and pause,
- 2Whose pathless march no mortal may controul!
- 3Ye Ocean-Waves! that, wheresoe'er ye roll,
- 4Yield homage only to eternal laws!
- 5Ye Woods! that listen to the night-birds singing,
- 6Midway the smooth and perilous slope reclined,
- 7Save when your own imperious branches swinging,
- 8Have made a solemn music of the wind!
- 9Where, like a man beloved of God,
- 10Through glooms, which never woodman trod,
- 11How oft, pursuing fancies holy,
- 12My moonlight way o'er flowering weeds I wound,
- 13Inspired, beyond the guess of folly,
- 14By each rude shape and wild unconquerable sound!
- 15O ye loud Waves! and O ye Forests high!
- 16And O ye Clouds that far above me soared!
- 17Thou rising Sun! thou blue rejoicing Sky!
- 18Yea, every thing that is and will be free!
- 19Bear witness for me, wheresoe'er ye be,
- 20With what deep worship I have still adored
- 21The spirit of divinest Liberty.
II
- 22When France in wrath her giant-limbs upreared,
- 23And with that oath, which smote air, earth, and sea,
- 24Stamped her strong foot and said she would be free,
- 25Bear witness for me, how I hoped and feared!
- 26With what a joy my lofty gratulation
- 27Unawed I sang, amid a slavish band:
- 28And when to whelm the disenchanted nation,
- 29Like fiends embattled by a wizard's wand,
- 30The Monarchs marched in evil day,
- 31And Britain joined the dire array;
- 32Though dear her shores and circling
ocean,
- 33Though many friendships, many youthful loves
- 34Had swoln the patriot emotion
- 35And flung a magic light o'er all her hills and groves;
- 36Yet still my voice, unaltered, sang defeat
- 37To all that braved the tyrant-quelling lance,
- 38And shame too long delayed and vain retreat!
- 39For ne'er, O Liberty! with partial aim
- 40I dimmed thy light or damped thy holy flame;
- 41But blessed the paeans of delivered France,
- 42And hung my head and wept at Britain's name.
III
- 43'And what,' I said, 'though Blasphemy's loud scream
- 44With that sweet music of deliverance strove!
- 45Though all the fierce and drunken passions wove
- 46A dance more wild than e'er was maniac's dream!
- 47Ye storms, that round the dawning East assembled,
- 48The Sun was rising, though ye hid his light!'
- 49And when, to soothe my soul, that hoped and trembled,
- 50The dissonance ceased, and all seemed calm and bright;
- 51When France
her front deep-scarr'd and gory
- 52Concealed with clustering wreaths of glory;
- 53When, insupportably advancing,
- 54Her arm made mockery of the warrior's ramp;
- 55While timid looks of fury glancing,
- 56Domestic treason, crushed beneath her fatal stamp,
- 57Writhed like a wounded dragon in his gore;
- 58Then I reproached my fears that would not flee;
- 59'And soon,' I said, 'shall Wisdom teach her lore
- 60In the low huts of them that toil and groan!
- 61And, conquering by her happiness alone,
- 62Shall France compel the nations to be free,
- 63Till Love and Joy look round, and call the Earth their own.'
IV
- 64Forgive me, Freedom! O forgive those dreams!
- 65I hear thy voice, I hear thy loud lament,
- 66From bleak Helvetia's icy caverns sent--
- 67I hear thy groans upon her
blood-stained streams!
- 68Heroes, that for your peaceful country perished,
- 69And ye that, fleeing, spot your mountain-snows
- 70With bleeding wounds; forgive me, that I cherished
- 71One thought that ever blessed your cruel foes!
- 72To scatter rage, and traitorous guilt,
- 73Where Peaceher jealous home had built;
- 74A patriot-race to disinherit
- 75Of all that made their stormy wilds so dear;
- 76And with inexpiable spirit
- 77To taint the bloodless freedom of the mountaineer--
- 78O France, that mockest Heaven, adulterous, blind,
- 79And patriot only in pernicious toils!
- 80Are these thy boasts, Champion of human kind?
- 81To mix with Kings in the low lust of sway,
- 82Yell in the hunt, and share the murderous prey;
- 83To insult the shrine of Liberty with spoils
- 84From freemen torn; to tempt and to betray?
V
- 85The Sensual and the Dark rebel in vain,
- 86Slaves by their own compulsion! In mad game
- 87They burst their manacles and wear the name
- 88Of Freedom, graven on a heavier chain!
- 89O Liberty! with profitless endeavour
- 90Have I pursued thee, many a weary hour;
- 91But thou nor swell'st the victor's strain, nor ever
- 92Didst breathe thy soul in forms of human power.
- 93Alike from all, howe'er they praise thee,
- 94(Nor prayer, nor boastful name delays thee)
- 95Alike from Priestcraft's harpy minions,
- 96And factious Blasphemy's obscener slaves,
- 97Thou speedest on thy subtle pinions,
- 98The guide of homeless winds, and playmate of the waves!
- 99And there I felt thee!--on that sea-cliff's verge,
- 100Whose pines, scarce travelled by the breeze above,
- 101Had made one murmur with the distant surge!
- 102Yes, while I stood and gazed, my temples bare,
- 103And shot my being through earth, sea, and air,
- 104Possessing all things with intensest love,
- 105O Liberty! my spirit felt thee there.