JANE WILDE

Now on life's dreary plain. We must wait, like the Stoic, Brave, enduring, and strong, Till the soul's strength heroic Bend the fetters of wrong

Before the gathered people; face to face, That like God's thunder might my words of power Roll down the cry of freedom to its base! Oh ! that my voice, a storm above all storms, Could cleave earth, air, and ocean, rend the sky With the fierce earthquake shout, To arms ! to arms ! For truth, fame, freedom, vengeance, victory !

Now on life's dreary plain. We must wait, like the Stoic, Brave, enduring, and strong, Till the soul's strength heroic Bend the fetters of wrong

Before the gathered people; face to face, That like God's thunder might my words of power Roll down the cry of freedom to its base! Oh ! that my voice, a storm above all storms, Could cleave earth, air, and ocean, rend the sky With the fierce earthquake shout, To arms ! to arms ! For truth, fame, freedom, vengeance, victory !