Gustavus Vasa - and other poems by William Sidney Walker
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Sweden, rise! I bid thee brave,
Unappall'd, War's dubious wave, 'Till the doom'd period close! War in vain shall spend his rage, Prelude to a peaceful age That shall redress his woes. Sweden! rouse thy martial band; 'Tis thy Guardian Power's command! When the slow-emerging sun First dispels the shadows dun, And his whole circle rears: When the north-wind's stormy breath Shakes the mountain, sweeps the heath, The clouded ether clears: Own the signal of the sky! Hail the great Deliverer nigh! THE RIVER TICINUS: FROM THE FOURTH BOOK OF SILIUS ITALICUS. CÅruleas Ticinus aquas et stagna vadoso Perspicuus servat turbari nescia fundo, Ac nitidum viridi latè trahit amne liquorem: Vix credas labi; ripis tam mitis opacis, |
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