XXXII. 'Tis well for monarchs that the nations sleep, For in their waking will the thrones be hurled Hither and thither, like the troubled deep When a strong earthquake heaves the trembling world. Then o'er the tyrants' heads the storm shall sweep; While Freedom's glorious banner, high unfurled, Gathers beneath it Earth's enfranchised slaves, Like Ocean re-assembling all her waves. XXXIII. In my young days, when history was a book, With passionate longings, deepening into rage, Which by degrees a darker colour took. Like to a tiger in a fiery cage Opinion grew, the history of France Made every drop of blood within me dance. E XXXIV. Great Heavens! it was a frightful page to read, How woman, child, and man were daily crushed Beneath the iron heel which made them bleed,— Yet bled in silence; for their cry was hushed By that foul leprosy, the Popish creed. Great Nature, roused at last, in madness rushed On her tormentors, and with hellish glee Did deeds which shamed e'en royal tyranny! XXXV. Dawn breaks at last!—the night of tyranny Which faintly glimmers in the Eastern sky, Then to the hills and valleys slopes away. Freedom and Truth as yet in slumber lie, But will be stirring 'neath its gladsome ray; When, arm'd for fight, arise those glorious twins, Look out, ye gouty tyrants, for your shins! XXXVI. O war and trumpets!-peace and penny-whistles! XXXVII. We'll deem Ferando heard these sentiments, Think duelling the Christian end of quarrels, Instead of going onward with the age. XXXVIII. The monk informed Ferando that his wife Spent all her money and her tears for him; XXXIX. "All this will, doubtless, in due time," said he, "Release you from this shocking place of tears : We'll hope once more you will the daylight see, Though really, to my mind, it now appears Your only vice was foolish jealousy; A fault you can amend in future years,— That is, if your dear wife should agitate For your release: if so, your chance is great. XL. "You see that Purgatory has its tattle, hid XLI. With such reflections, moral and religious, Inclines to sleep, like down-beds at the Bridge-house For at an inn upon the Rhine, Schmitz swears The fleas combined, and carried him down stairs. |