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est heart with joy--joy such as they Who crowd the mart of men may never feel! Such, England, is thy boast. When I have heard The roar of ocean bursting 'round thy rocks, 30 Or seen a thousand thronging masts aspire, Far as the eye could reach, from every port Of every nation, streaming with their flags O'er the still mirror of the conscious Thames,-- Yes, I have felt a proud emotion swell That I was British-born; that I had lived A witness of thy glory, my most loved And honoured country; and a silent prayer Would rise to Heaven, that Fame and Peace, and Love And Liberty, might walk thy vales, and sing 40 Their holy hymns, while thy brave arm repelled Hostility, even as thy guardian cliffs Repel the dash of that dread element Which calls me, lingering on the banks of Thames, On to my destined voyage, by the shores Of Asia, and the wreck of cities old, Ere yet we burst into the wilder deep With Gama; or the huge Atlantic waste With bold Columbus stem; or view the bounds Of field-ice, stretching to the southern pole, 50 With thee, benevolent, lamented Cook! Tyre be no more! said the ALMIGHTY voice: But thou too, Monarch of the world,[173] whose arm Rent the proud bulwarks of the golden queen Of cities, throned upon her subject seas, ART THOU TOO FALL'N? The whole earth is at rest: "They break forth into singing:" Lebanon Waves all his hoary pines, and seems to say, No feller now comes here; HELL from beneath 60 Is moved to meet thy coming; it stirs up The DEAD for thee; the CHIEF ONES of the earth, Tyre and the nations, they all speak and say-- Art thou become like us! Thy pomp brought down E'en to the dust! The noise of viols ceased, The worm spread under thee, the crawling worm To cover thee! How art thou fall'n from heaven, Son of the morning! In thy heart thou saidst, I will ascend to Heaven; I will exalt My throne above the stars of God! Die--die, 70 Blasphemer! As a carcase under foot, Defiled and trodden, so be thou cast out! And SHE, the great, the guilty Babel--SHE Who smote the wasted cities, and the world Made as a wilderness--SHE, in her turn, Sinks to the gulf oblivious at the vo
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