LOVE thou thy land, with love far brought From out the storied Past, and used Within the Present, but transfused Through future time by power of thought. True love turned round on fixed poles, Love that endures not sordid ends, For English natures, freemen, friends, Thy brothers and immortal souls. But pamper not a hasty time, Nor feed with crude imaginings The herd, wild hearts and feeble wings, That every sophister can lime. Deliver not the tasks of might To weakness, neither hide the ray Though sitting girt with doubtful light. Make knowledge circle with the winds; Bear seed of men and growth of minds. Watch what main-currents draw the years: Cut Prejudice against the grain: But gentle words are always gain: Regard the weakness of thy peers: Nor toil for title, place, or touch Not clinging to some ancient saw : Not mastered by some modern term ; Not swift nor slow to change, but firm: And in its season bring the law; That from Discussion's lip may fall With Life, that, working strongly, bindsSet in all lights by many minds, To close the interests of all. 206 For Nature also, cold and warm, Through many agents making strong, Matures the individual form. Meet is it changes should control So let the change which comes be free A saying hard to shape in act; Even now we hear with inward strife A slow-developed strength awaits The warders of the growing hour, Of many changes, aptly joined, A wind to puff your idol-fires, O yet, if Nature's evil star Drive men in manhood, as in youth, To follow flying steps of Truth Across the brazen bridge of war - 208 If New and Old, disastrous feud, Must ever shock, like armed foes, And this be true, till Time shall close, That Principles are rained in blood ; Not yet the wise of heart would cease To hold his hope through shame and guilt, But with his hand against the hilt, . Would pace the troubled land, like Peace; Not less, though dogs of Faction bay, Would serve his kind in deed and word, Certain, if knowledge bring the sword, That knowledge takes the sword away Would love the gleams of good that broke And if some dreadful need should rise, To-morrow yet would reap to-day, As we bear blossom of the dead; |