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I have a thing to say But how to say it	A
I have a cause to plead But to what ears	B
How shall I move a world by lamentation	C
A world which heeded not a Nation's tears	D
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How shall I speak of justice to the aggressors	E
Of right to Kings whose rights include all wrong	F
Of truth to Statecraft true but in deceiving	G
Of peace to Prelates pity to the Strong	F
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Where shall I find a hearing In high places	H
The voice of havock drowns the voice of good	I
On the throne's steps The elders of the nation	C
Rise in their ranks and call aloud for blood	J
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Where In the street Alas for the world's reason	C
Not Peers not Priests alone this deed have done	C
The clothes of those high Hebrews stoning Stephen	C
Were held by all of us ay every one	C
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Yet none the less I speak Nay here by Heaven	C
This task at least a poet best may do	K
To stand alone against the mighty many	C
To force a hearing for the weak and few	K
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Unthanked unhonoured yet a task of glory	C
Not in his day but in an age more wise	L
When those poor Chancellors have found their portion	C
And lie forgotten in their dust of lies	L
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And who shall say that this year's cause of freedom	M
Lost on the Nile has not as worthy proved	N
Of poet's hymning as the cause which Milton	C
Sang in his blindness or which Dante loved	O
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The fall of Guelph beneath the spears of Valois	P
Freedom betrayed the Ghibelline restored	Q
Have we not seen it we who caused this anguish	R
Exile and fear proscription and the sword	Q
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Or shall God less avenge in their wild valley	C
Where they lie slaughtered those poor sheep whose fold	S
In the grey twilight of our wrath we harried	T
To serve the worshippers of stocks and gold	S
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This fails That finds its hour This fights That falters	E
Greece is stamped out beneath a Wolseley's heels	U
Or Egypt is avenged of her long mourning	G
And hurls her Persians back to their own keels	U
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'Tis not alone the victor who is noble	V
'Tis not alone the wise man who is wise	L
There is a voice of sorrow in all shouting	G
And shame pursues not only him who flies	L
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To fight and conquer 'tis the boast of heroes	W
To fight and fly of this men do not speak	X
Yet shall there come a day when men shall tremble	V
Rather than do misdeeds upon the weak	X
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A day when statesmen baffled in their daring	G
Shall rather fear to wield the sword in vain	C
Than to give back their charge to a hurt nation	C
And own their frailties and resign their reign	C
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A day of wrath when all fame shall remember	Y
Of this year's work shall be the fall of one	C
Who standing foremost in her paths of virtue	K
Bent a fool's knee at War's red altar stone	C
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And left all virtue beggared in his falling	G
A sign to England of new griefs to come	M
Her priest of peace who sold his creed for glory	C
And marched to carnage at the tuck of drum	M
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Therefore I fear not Rather let this record	Q
Stand of the past ere God's revenge shall chase	Z
From place to punishment His sad vicegerents	Z
Of power on Earth I fling it in their face	Z
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I have a thing to say But how to say it	A
Out of the East a twilight had been born	C
It was not day Yet the long night was waning	G
And the spent nations watched it less forlorn	C
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Out of the silence of the joyless ages	Z
A voice had spoken such as the first bird	A2
Speaks to the woods before the morning wakens	Z
And the World starting to its feet had heard	A2
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Men hailed it as a prophecy Its utterance	Z
Was in that tongue divine the Orient knew	K
It spoke of hope Men hailed it as a brother's	Z
It spoke of happiness Men deemed it true	K
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There in the land of Death where toil is cradled	A2
That tearful Nile unknown to Liberty	A2
It spoke in passionate tones of human freedom	M
And of those rights of Man which cannot die	A2
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Till from the cavern of long fear whose portals	Z
Had backward rolled and hardly yet aloud	A2
Men prisoned stole like ghosts and joined the chorus	Z
And chaunted trembling each man in his shroud	A2
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Justice and peace the brotherhood of nations	Z
Love and goodwill of all mankind to man	C
These were the words they caught and echoed strangely	A2
Deeming them portions of some Godlike plan	C
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A plan thus first to their own land imparted	A2
They did not know the irony of Fate	A2
The mockery of man's freedom and the laughter	Y
Which greets a brother's love from those that hate	A2
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Oh for the beauty of hope's dreams The childhood	A2
Of that old land long impotent in pain	C
Cast off its slough of sorrow with its silence	Z
And laughed and shouted and grew new again	C
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And in the streets where still the shade of Pharaoh	B2
Stalked in his sons the Mamelukian horde	A2
Youth greeted youth with words of exultation	C
And shook his chains and clutched as for a sword	A2
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Student and merchant Jew and Copt and Moslem	M
All whose scarred backs had bent to the same rod	A2
Fired with one mighty thought their feuds forgotten	C
Stood hand in hand and praising the same God	A2
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I have a thing to say But how to say it	A2
As in the days of Moses in the land	A2
God sent a man of prayer before his people	V
To speak to Pharaoh and to loose his hand	A2
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Injustice that hard step mother of heroes	Z
Had taught him justice Him the sight of pain	C
Moved unto anger and the voice of weeping	G
Made his eyes weep as for a comrade slain	C
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A soldier in the bands of his proud masters	Z
It was his lot to serve But of his soul	C2
None owned allegiance save the Lord of Armies	Z
No worship from his God's might him cajole	C2
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Strict was his service In the law of Heaven	C
He comfort took and patience under wrong	F
And all men loved him for his heart unquailing	F
And for the words of pity on his tongue	F
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Knowledge had come to him in the night watches	Z
And strength with fasting eloquence with prayer	D2
He stood a Judge from God before the strangers	Z
The one just man among his people there	D2
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Strongly he spoke Now Heaven be our witness	Z
Egypt this day has risen from her sleep	E2
She has put off her mourning and her silence	Z
It was no law of God that she should weep	E2
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It was no law of God nor of the Nations	Z
That in this land alone of the fair Earth	F2
The hand that sowed should reap not of its labour	G2
The heart that grieved should profit not of mirth	F2
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How have we suffered at the hands of strangers	Z
Binding their sheaves and harvesting their wrath	H2
Our service has been bitter and our wages	Z
Hunger and pain and nakedness and drouth	H2
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Which of them pitied us Of all our princes	Z
Was there one Sultan listened to our cry	A2
Their palaces we built their tombs their temples	Z
What did they build but tombs for Liberty	A2
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To live in ignorance to die by service	Z
To pay our tribute and our stripes receive	I2
This was the ransom of our toil in Eden	C
This and our one sad liberty to grieve	I2
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We have had enough of strangers and of princes	Z
Nursed on our knees and lords within our house	Z
The bread which they have eaten was our children's	Z
For them the feasting and the shame for us	Z
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The shadow of their palaces fair dwellings	Z
Built with our blood and kneaded with our tears	Z
Darkens the land with darkness of Gehennem	M
The lust the crime the infamy of years	Z
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Did ye not hear it From those muffled windows	Z
A sound of women rises and of mirth	H2
These are our daughters ay our sons in prison	C
Captives to shame with those who rule the Earth	H2
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The silent river by those gardens lapping	F
To night receives its burden of new dead	A2
A man of age sent home with his lord's wages	Z
Stones to his feet a grave cloth to his head	A2
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Walls infamous in beauty gardens fragrant	A2
With rose and citron and the scent of blood	A2
God shall blot out the memory of all laughter	Y
Rather than leave you standing where you stood	A2
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We have had enough of princes and of strangers	Z
Slaves that were Sultans eunuchs that were kings	Z
The shame of Sodom is on all their faces	Z
The curse of Cain pursues them and it clings	Z
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Is there no virtue See the pale Greek smiling	F
Virtue for him is as a t	A2