He will not sleep: by Moscow's lurid glare
Of fiery columns darting to the skies—
By her sad widows' wail and orphans cries,
The groans of dying warriors fall'n in vain,
And childless mothers, moans which fill the air—
The Patriot Spirit roused from despair
Shall rise, and break indignant fear's benumbing chains—
Shall with the warrior's plume adorn his brows,
Unshrinking fortitude, whose dauntless soul
No form nor shape of danger can appal,
Wisdom and valour for his aid shall join,
The warring elements shall aid his cause,
Stern ministers of wrath, and 'gainst the foes
Of sacred freedom all their vengeful stores conbine.
He will repeat from echoing shore to shore,
" Princes of Europe, lift once more your eyes—
Enslaved nations long depress'd arise,
Nor longer at oppression's footstool bend;
Firm be your hearts in this decisive hour,
Unite with me, disclaim the despot's power,
Be valiant, and be wise, and heav'n will be your friend.
Canst thou not paint the shivering native's joy,
When breaking first the long, long, Polar night,
The rising sun displays his lovely light
On Greenland's barren rocks and frozen plains—
The glad surprise, the boundless ecstacy,
The transports of delight with which they eye
The dawn of morn's fair light upon their drear domains,
Can not imagination's eye survey,
From his first rise above some storm-beat hill,
The radiant track he measures widening still,
And his bright beams the hours of darkness chace,
Till to th' admiring view he wide display
The glories of uninterrupted day,
And the horizon round his circles vast embrace.
Thus Europe's sons will hail, in days to come,
The spirit blest of Independence rise,
While from the splendour of his dawning, flies
The giant terrors in the demon's train—
Rise to disperse oppression's dreadful gloom,
To call long buried freedom from the tomb,
And bless the mourning world with happy years again.
So rapid on his course shall he proceed
And the short circle of one rolling year,
(The bright commencement of his vast career)
His steady march along his destin'd way,
Constant and firm, with still increasing speed,
And reach'd the goal, from opposition freed,
The glories of his full meridian shall survey.
Of fiery columns darting to the skies—
By her sad widows' wail and orphans cries,
The groans of dying warriors fall'n in vain,
And childless mothers, moans which fill the air—
The Patriot Spirit roused from despair
Shall rise, and break indignant fear's benumbing chains—
Shall with the warrior's plume adorn his brows,
Unshrinking fortitude, whose dauntless soul
No form nor shape of danger can appal,
Wisdom and valour for his aid shall join,
The warring elements shall aid his cause,
Stern ministers of wrath, and 'gainst the foes
Of sacred freedom all their vengeful stores conbine.
He will repeat from echoing shore to shore,
" Princes of Europe, lift once more your eyes—
Enslaved nations long depress'd arise,
Nor longer at oppression's footstool bend;
Firm be your hearts in this decisive hour,
Unite with me, disclaim the despot's power,
Be valiant, and be wise, and heav'n will be your friend.
Canst thou not paint the shivering native's joy,
When breaking first the long, long, Polar night,
The rising sun displays his lovely light
On Greenland's barren rocks and frozen plains—
The glad surprise, the boundless ecstacy,
The transports of delight with which they eye
The dawn of morn's fair light upon their drear domains,
Can not imagination's eye survey,
From his first rise above some storm-beat hill,
The radiant track he measures widening still,
And his bright beams the hours of darkness chace,
Till to th' admiring view he wide display
The glories of uninterrupted day,
And the horizon round his circles vast embrace.
Thus Europe's sons will hail, in days to come,
The spirit blest of Independence rise,
While from the splendour of his dawning, flies
The giant terrors in the demon's train—
Rise to disperse oppression's dreadful gloom,
To call long buried freedom from the tomb,
And bless the mourning world with happy years again.
So rapid on his course shall he proceed
And the short circle of one rolling year,
(The bright commencement of his vast career)
His steady march along his destin'd way,
Constant and firm, with still increasing speed,
And reach'd the goal, from opposition freed,
The glories of his full meridian shall survey.
