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Oh could I hope the wise and pure in heart	A
Might hear my song without a frown nor deem	B
My voice unworthy of the theme it tries	C
I would take up the hymn to Death and say	D
To the grim power The world hath slandered thee	E
And mocked thee On thy dim and shadowy brow	F
They place an iron crown and call thee king	G
Of terrors and the spoiler of the world	H
Deadly assassin that strik'st down the fair	I
The loved the good that breathest on the lights	J
Of virtue set along the vale of life	K
And they go out in darkness I am come	L
Not with reproaches not with cries and prayers	M
Such as have stormed thy stern insensible ear	N
from the beginning I am come to speak	O
Thy praises True it is that I have wept	P
Thy conquests and may weep them yet again	Q
And thou from some I love wilt take a life	K
Dear to me as my own Yet while the spell	R
Is on my spirit and I talk with thee	E
In sight of all thy trophies face to face	S
Meet is it that my voice should utter forth	T
Thy nobler triumphs I will teach the world	H
To thank thee Who are thine accusers Who	U
The living they who never felt thy power	V
And know thee not The curses of the wretch	W
Whose crimes are ripe his sufferings when thy hand	X
Is on him and the hour he dreads is come	L
Are writ among thy praises But the good	Y
Does he whom thy kind hand dismissed to peace	Z
Upbraid the gentle violence that took off	A2
His fetters and unbarred his prison cell	R
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Raise then the hymn to Death Deliverer	V
God hath anointed thee to free the oppressed	B2
And crush the oppressor When the armed chief	C2
The conqueror of nations walks the world	H
And it is changed beneath his feet and all	D2
Its kingdoms melt into one mighty realm	E2
Thou while his head is loftiest and his heart	A
Blasphemes imagining his own right hand	X
Almighty thou dost set thy sudden grasp	F2
Upon him and the links of that strong chain	G2
That bound mankind are crumbled thou dost break	H2
Sceptre and crown and beat his throne to dust	I2
Then the earth shouts with gladness and her tribes	J2
Gather within their ancient bounds again	Q
Else had the mighty of the olden time	K2
Nimrod Sesostris or the youth who feigned	L2
His birth from Libyan Ammon smitten yet	M2
The nations with a rod of iron and driven	N2
Their chariot o'er our necks Thou dost avenge	O2
In thy good time the wrongs of those who know	P2
No other friend Nor dost thou interpose	Q2
Only to lay the sufferer asleep	R2
Where he who made him wretched troubles not	S2
His rest thou dost strike down his tyrant too	U
Oh there is joy when hands that held the scourge	T2
Drop lifeless and the pitiless heart is cold	U2
Thou too dost purge from earth its horrible	V2
And old idolatries from the proud fanes	Q2
Each to his grave their priests go out till none	N2
Is left to teach their worship then the fires	Q2
Of sacrifice are chilled and the green moss	Q2
O'ercreeps their altars the fallen images	Q2
Cumber the weedy courts and for loud hymns	Q2
Chanted by kneeling multitudes the wind	W2
Shrieks in the solitary aisles When he	E
Who gives his life to guilt and laughs at all	D2
The laws that God or man has made and round	X2
Hedges his seat with power and shines in wealth	Y2
Lifts up his atheist front to scoff at Heaven	N2
And celebrates his shame in open day	D
Thou in the pride of all his crimes cutt'st off	A2
The horrible example Touched by thine	Z2
The extortioner's hard hand foregoes the gold	U2
Wrung from the o'er worn poor The perjurer	V
Whose tongue was lithe e'en now and voluble	V2
Against his neighbour's life and he who laughed	A3
And leaped for joy to see a spotless fame	B3
Blasted before his own foul calumnies	Q2
Are smit with deadly silence He who sold	U2
His conscience to preserve a worthless life	K
Even while he hugs himself on his escape	C3
Trembles as doubly terrible at length	D3
Thy steps o'ertake him and there is no time	K2
For parley nor will bribes unclench thy grasp	F2
Oft too dost thou reform thy victim long	E3
Ere his last hour And when the reveller	V
Mad in the chase of pleasure stretches on	F3
And strains each nerve and clears the path of life	K
Like wind thou point'st him to the dreadful goal	G3
And shak'st thy hour glass in his reeling eye	H3
And check'st him in mid course Thy skeleton hand	X
Shows to the faint of spirit the right path	I3
And he is warned and fears to step aside	J3
Thou sett'st between the ruffian and his crime	K2
Thy ghastly countenance and his slack hand	X
Drops the drawn knife But oh most fearfully	G3
Dost thou show forth Heaven's justice when thy shafts	Q2
Drink up the ebbing spirit then the hard	K3
Of heart and violent of hand restores	Q2
The treasure to the friendless wretch he wronged	L3
Then from the writhing bosom thou dost pluck	M3
The guilty secret lips for ages sealed	N3
Are faithless to the dreadful trust at length	D3
And give it up the felon's latest breath	O3
Absolves the innocent man who bears his crime	K2
The slanderer horror smitten and in tears	Q2
Recalls the deadly obloquy he forged	P3
To work his brother's ruin Thou dost make	H2
Thy penitent victim utter to the air	I
The dark conspiracy that strikes at life	K
And aims to whelm the laws ere yet the hour	V
Is come and the dread sign of murder given	N2
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Thus from the first of time hast thou been found	X2
On virtue's side the wicked but for thee	E
Had been too strong for the good the great of earth	Q3
Had crushed the weak for ever Schooled in guile	G3
For ages while each passing year had brought	R3
Its baneful lesson they had filled the world	H
With their abominations while its tribes	Q2
Trodden to earth imbruted and despoiled	H
Had knelt to them in worship sacrifice	Q2
Had smoked on many an altar temple roofs	Q2
Had echoed with the blasphemous prayer and hymn	S3
But thou the great reformer of the world	H
Tak'st off the sons of violence and fraud	H
In their green pupilage their lore half learned	H
Ere guilt had quite o'errun the simple heart	H
God gave them at their birth and blotted out	H
His image Thou dost mark them flushed with hope	T3
As on the threshold of their vast designs	Q2
Doubtful and loose they stand and strik'st them down	U3
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Alas I little thought that the stern power	V
Whose fearful praise I sung would try me thus	Q2
Before the strain was ended It must cease	Q2
For he is in his grave who taught my youth	V3
The art of verse and in the bud of life	K
Offered me to the muses Oh cut off	A2
Untimely when thy reason in its strength	D3
Ripened by years of toil and studious search	W
And watch of Nature's silent lessons taught	H
Thy hand to practise best the lenient art	H
To which thou gavest thy laborious days	Q2
And last thy life And therefore when the earth	Q3
Received thee tears were in unyielding eyes	Q2
And on hard cheeks and they who deemed thy skill	G3
Delayed their death hour shuddered and turned pale	G3
When thou wert gone This faltering verse which thou	F
Shalt not as wont o'erlook is all I have	W3
To offer at thy grave this and the hope	T3
To copy thy example and to leave	X3
A name of which the wretched shall not think	Y3
As of an enemy's whom they forgive	Z3
As all forgive the dead Rest therefore thou	F
Whose early guidance trained my infant steps	Q2
Rest in the bosom of God till the brief sleep	R2
Of death is over and a happier life	K
Shall dawn to waken thine insensible dust	H
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Now thou art not and yet the men whose guilt	H
Has wearied Heaven for vengeance he who bears	Q2
False witness he who takes the orphan's bread	H
And robs the widow he who spreads abroad	H
Polluted hands of mockery of prayer	I
Are left to cumber earth Shuddering I look	A4
On what is written yet I blot not out	H
The desultory numbers let them stand	H
The record of an idle revery	I

William Cullen Bryant

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