11.04.2012, 20:29
Edmund Burke
As on marsh heavy with darkness drear,
Across whose face of death the lure-lights play
Like fiends that dance about a soul astray,
The full moon rises in her splendour clear,
And then the traveller flings away his fear,
And through the quagmires makes his certain way,
So when all evil held thy land in sway
Thy glory dawned upon her darkest year.
And now where'er be children of the Race
To service vowed, yet foremost of the free
By all the love thy brooding soul foresaw,
Still glows thy memory, lit with deathless grace,
And beckoning through the blackness men may see
Thy vision of unutterable Law
As on marsh heavy with darkness drear,
Across whose face of death the lure-lights play
Like fiends that dance about a soul astray,
The full moon rises in her splendour clear,
And then the traveller flings away his fear,
And through the quagmires makes his certain way,
So when all evil held thy land in sway
Thy glory dawned upon her darkest year.
And now where'er be children of the Race
To service vowed, yet foremost of the free
By all the love thy brooding soul foresaw,
Still glows thy memory, lit with deathless grace,
And beckoning through the blackness men may see
Thy vision of unutterable Law