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Whose pathless march no mortal may control!*
Midway the smooth and perilous slope † reclined, Save when your own imperious branches swinging,
Have made a solemn music of the wind !
How oft, pursuing fancies holy,
And 0 ye Clouds that far above me soard !
Yea, everything that is and will be free!
The spirit of divinest Liberty.
11. When France in wrath her giant limbs upreard, And with that oath, which Ismote air, earth, and Stamp'd her strong foot and said she would be
present title, in the same quarto pamphlet with Fears in Solitude. Reprinted in The Morning Post, Oct. 14, 1802, with the addition of an Argument.
* Veering your pathless march without control.-1802. of Steep.-1798. # Shook.—1802.
Unawed I sang, amid a slavish band :
The Monarchs march’dt in evil day,
And Britain join'd the dire array;
Had swoln the patriot emotion
To all that braved the tyrant-quelling lance,
“And what," I said, "though Blasphemy's loud
With that sweet musicg of deliverance strove !
Though all the fierce and drunken passions wove A dance more wild than e'er was maniac's dream !
* Eager gratulation.-1802. + Moved.-11.
Ye storms, that round the dawning east assembled, The Sun was rising, though ye hid his light !” And when, to soothe my soul, that hoped and trembled,
[bright; The dissonance ceased, and all seem'd calm and
When France her front deep-scarr'd and gory
When, insupportably* advancing,
While timid looks of fury glancing, Domestic treason, crush'd beneath her fatal
stamp, Writhed like a wounded dragon in his gore ;
Then I reproach'd † my fears that would not flee; “And soon,” I said, “shall Wisdom teach her lore In the low huts of them that toil and groan ! And, conquering by her happiness alone,
Shall France compel | the nations to be free, Till Love and Joy look round, and call the Earth
Forgive me, Freedom ! O forgive those dreams !
I hear thy voice, I hear thy loud lament,
From bleak Helvetia's icy caverns sentI hear thy groans upon her blood-stain'd streams !
Heroes, that for your peaceful country perish'd, And ye that, fleeing, spot your mountain-snows With bleeding wounds; forgive me, that I cheOne thought that ever bless'd your cruel foes !
To scatter rage and traitorous guilt
A patriot-race to disinherit
And with inexpiable spirit
And patriot only in pernicious toils, Are these thy boasts, Champion of human kind?
To mix with Kings in the low lust of sway, Yell in the hunt, and share the murderous prey; To insult the shrine of Liberty with spoils From freemen torn; to tempt and to betray ? +
The sensual and the dark rebel in vain, Slaves by their own compulsion ! In mad game
* Native wilds.--1802.
† After the fourth Stanza the original version in The Morning Post thus continues :
[The Fifth Stanza, which alluded to the African Slave-trade, as conducted by this country, and to the present Ministry and their supporters, has been omitted ; and would have been omitted without any remark, if the commencing lines of the Sixth Stanza had not referred to it.]
Shall I with these my patriot zeal combine ?
No, Afric, no! They stand before my ken,
Loathed as th' Hyænas, that in murky den
They burst their manacles and wear the name
Of Freedom, graven on a heavier chain !
But thou nor swell'st the victor's strain, nor ever Didst breathe thy soul in forms of human power.
Alike from all, howe'er they praise thee,
Alike from Priestcraft's* harpy minions,
Thou speedest on thy subtle pinions, The guide of homeless winds, and playmate of the
waves !t And there I felt thee !on that sea-cliff's verge, Whose pines, scarce travell’d by the breeze
O Liberty ! my spirit felt thee there.
* Priesthood's.-1798. + To live amid the winds, and move upon the waves.-Ib. # To live among the winds, and brood upon the waves.--1802.