4II & Scotland 412 AND did those feet in ancient time Bring me my Bow of burning gold! I will not cease from Mental Fight, In England's green and pleasant land. BREATHES there the man, with soul so dead, 'This is my own, my native land!' O Caledonia! stern and wild, That knits me to thy rugged strand! ... Heroism 413 Ay, tear his body limb from limb, 414 OH HOW comely it is and how reviving To quell the mighty of the Earth, th' oppressour, Tyrannic power, but raging to pursue The righteous and all such as honour Truth; And feats of War defeats With plain Heroic magnitude of mind And celestial vigour arm'd, Thir Armories and Magazins contemns, Swift as the lightning glance he executes But patience is more oft the exercise That tyrannie or fortune can inflict. . . 415 416 417 The Fight against Evil GIRD on thy sword and join in the fight! Fight, O my brother, so long as life lasteth! Strike off the enemy's head and there make an end of him quickly : Then come, bow thyself in the King's Assembly. A brave man leaveth not the battle; He who flieth from it is no true warrior. In the field of this body a great war is toward It is for the kingdom of Truth of Contentment and of And the sword that ringeth most loudly is the sword A power from the unknown God, A Promethean conqueror, came; The thorns of death and shame. A mortal shape to him Was like the vapour dim Which the orient planet animates with light. . . ARM yourselves, and be ye men of valour, and be in readiness for the conflict: for it is better for us to perish in battle than to look upon the outrage of our nation and our altars. As the will of God is in heaven, even so let Him do. 418 419 420 Service USE me, England, Sons and brothers take for armoury, All love's jewels crushed, thy warpath be! Thou hast given Give then, England, THEY truly live who yield their lives fighting against the foe in the fierce battle amid the flash of swords and the whirling of the spear: The men of ancient race that were foremost in the fight wielding their swords; who stood in the mellay as some mountain-top rises above the flood: What wonder if their glory liveth when all dissemblers have passed away! WHO is the happy Warrior? Who is he The Happy Warrior -It is the generous Spirit, who, when brought Among the tasks of real life, hath wrought Upon the plan that pleased his boyish thought: Whose high endeavours are an inward light That makes the path before him always bright: Who, with a natural instinct to discern What knowledge can perform, is diligent to learn; Abides by this resolve, and stops not there, But makes his moral being his prime care; Who, doomed to go in company with Pain, And Fear, and Bloodshed, miserable train! Turns his necessity to glorious gain; In face of these doth exercise a power Which is our human nature's highest dower; Controls them and subdues, transmutes, bereaves Of their bad influence, and their good receives: By objects, which might force the soul to abate Her feeling, rendered more compassionate; Is placable because occasions rise So often that demand such sacrifice; More skilful in self-knowledge, even more pure, 'Tis he whose law is reason; who depends T |