Yet here at least an earnest sense Of human right and weal is shown;... A hate of tyranny intense, And hearty in its vehemence, As if my brother's pain and sorrow were my own.
O Freedom! if to me belong Nor mighty Milton's gift divine, Nor Marvell's wit and graceful song. Still with a love as deep and strong As theirs, I lay, like them, my best gifts on thy shrine!LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
O Time and Change!--with hair as gray As was my sire's that winter day,... How strange it seems, with so much gone Of life and love, to still live on! Ah, brother! only I and thou Are left of all that circle now,-- The dear home faces whereupon That fitful firelight paled and shone.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
It is morning, Senlin says, and in the morning When the light drips through the shutters like the dew,... I arise, I face the sunrise, And do the things my fathers learned to do.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »