Upton Sinclair, ed. (18781968).
The Cry for Justice: An Anthology of the Literature of Social Protest. 1915.
|A Marching Song|
By Algernon Charles Swinburne
(English poet of nature and liberty, 18371909)
| WE mix from many lands,|
| We march for very far;|
| In hearts and lips and hands|
| Our staffs and weapons are;|
|The light we walk in darkens sun and moon and star.|| 5|
| It doth not flame and wane|
| With years and spheres that roll,|
| Storm cannot shake nor stain|
| The strength that makes it whole,|
|The fire that moulds and moves it of the sovereign soul.
| From the edge of harsh derision,|
| From discord and defeat,|
| From doubt and lame division,|
| We pluck the fruit and eat;|
|And the mouth finds it bitter, and the spirit sweet.
| O nations undivided,|
| O single people and free,|
| We dreamers, we derided,|
| We mad blind men that see,|
|We bear you witness ere ye come that ye shall be.|| 20|
| Ye sitting among tombs,|
| Ye standing round the gate,|
| Whom fire-mouthed war consumes,|
| Or cold-lipped peace bids wait,|
|All tombs and bars shall open, every grave and grate.
| O sorrowing hearts of slaves,|
| We heard you beat from far!|
| We bring the light that saves,|
| We bring the morning star;|
|Freedoms good things we bring you, whence all good things are.
| Rise, ere the dawn be risen;|
| Come, and be all souls fed;|
| From field and street and prison|
| Come, for the feast is spread;|
|Live, for the truth is living; wake, for night is dead.|| 35|