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And where, Now the sweet heaven when day doth leave The air; Limns its soft rose-hues on the veil of Eve; Shall the fierce war-brand tossing in the gale, From town and hamlet shake the horrent glare! * * * * * Now, its destined task fulfill'd, Asunder break the prison-mould; Let the goodly Bell we build, Eye and heart alike behold. The hammer down heave, Till the cover it cleave. For the Bell to rise up to the freedom of day, Destruction must seize on the shape of the clay. To break the mould, the master may, If skilled the hand and ripe the hour; But woe, when on its fiery way The metal seeks itself to pour. Frantic and blind, with thunder-knell, Exploding from its shattered home, And glaring forth, as from a hell, Behold the red Destruction come! When rages strength that has no reason, _There_ breaks the mould before the season; When numbers burst what bound before, Woe to the State that thrives no more! Yea, woe, when in the City's heart, The latent spark to flame is blown; And Millions from their silence start, To claim, without a guide, their own! Discordant howls the warning Bell, Proclaiming discord wide and far, And, born but things of peace to tell, Becomes the ghastliest voice of war: "Freedom! Equality!"--to blood, Rush the roused people at the sound! Through street, hall, palace, roars the flood, And banded murder closes round! The hyaena-shapes, that women were! Jest with the horrors they survey; They hound--they rend--they mangle there-- As panthers with their prey! Nought rests to hallow--burst the ties Of life's sublime and reverent awe; Before the Vice the Virtue flies, And Universal Crime is Law! Man fears the lion's kingly tread; Man fears the tiger's fangs of terror; And still the dreadliest of the dread, Is Man himself in error! No torch, though lit from Heaven, illumes The Blind!--Why place it in his hand? It lights not him--it but consumes The City and the Land! * * * * * Rejoice and laud the prospering skies! The kernel bursts its husk--behold From the dull clay the metal rise, Clear shining, as a star o
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