Extempore Lines
— * Suggested by one of John Bright’s speeches on Electoral Reform. —
A morning crowns the Western hill,A day begins to reign,A sun awakes o’er distant seas—Shall never sleep again.The world is growing old,And men are waxing wise;A mist has cleared—a something fallsLike scales from off their eyes.
Too long the “Dark of Ignorance”Has brooded on their way;Too long Oppression ‘s stood before,Excluding light of day.But now they’ve found the trackAnd now they’ve seen the dawn,A “beacon lamp” is pointing on,Where stronger glows the morn.
Since Adam lived, the mighty onesHave ever ruled the weak;Since Noah’s flood, the fettered slaveHas seldom dared to speak.’Tis time a voice was heard,’Tis time a voice was spokenSo in the chain of tyrannyA link or two be broken.
A tiny rill will swell a stream,A spark will cause a flame,And one man’s burning eloquenceHas help’d to do the same.And he will persevere,And soon that blaze must spread,Till to the corners of the earthReflecting beams are shed.
The “few” will try to beat it down,But can they stop the flood—Bind up the pinions of the light,Or check the will of God?And is it not His willThat deeply injured RightShould overthrow the iron ruleAnd reign instead of Might?