To Bethlehem's air was their last anthem given, And are they all within their veil departed? Yet earth has angels, though their forms are moulded But of such clay as fashions all below Though harps are wanted, and bright pinions folded, We know them by the love-light on their brow. i have seen angels by the sick one's pillow Theirs was the soft tone and the soundless treadWhere smitten hearts were drooping like the willow, They stood between the living and the dead. And if my sight, by earthly dimness hindered, I doubt not, for their spirits knew their kindred, There have been angels in the gloomy prison In crowded halls-by the lone widow's hearth; And where they passed, the fallen have uprisenThe giddy paused, the mourner's hope had birth. I have seen one, whose eloquence commanding Roused the rich echoes of the human breast; And by his side there moved a form of beauty, Oh, many a spirit walks the earth unheeded, And wear its glory like a starry crown. ADDRESS TO SPAIN. 451 CIX.-ADDRESS TO SPAIN. BYRON. AWAKE, ye sons of Spain! awake! advance! yore, Hark! heard you not those hoofs of dreadful note? Red Battle stamps his foot, and nations feel the shock Lo! where the Giant on the mountain stands, Destruction cowers, to mark what deeds are done; For on this morn three potent nations meet, To shed before his shrine the blood he deems most sweet. Three hosts combine to offer sacrifice; Three tongues prefer strange orisons on high; And fertilize the field that each pretends to gain. There shall they rot-Ambition's honor'd fools! Yes, Honor decks the turf that wraps their clay! Vain sophistry! in these behold the tools, The broken tools, that tyrants cast away By myriads, when they dare to pave their way With human hearts-to what?- -a dream alone. Can despots compass aught that hails their sway? Or call with truth one span of earth their own, Save that wherein at last they crumble bone by bone? |