THE WARNING | |
Beware! The Israelite of old, who tore | |
The lion in his path,—when, poor and blind, | |
He saw the blessed light of heaven no more, | |
Shorn of his noble strength and forced to grind | |
In prison, and at last led forth to be | |
A pander to Philistine revelry,— | |
Upon the pillars of the temple laid | |
His desperate hands, and in its overthrow | |
Destroyed himself, and with him those who made | |
A cruel mockery of his sightless woe; | |
The poor, blind Slave, the scoff and jest of all, | |
Expired, and thousands perished in the fall! | |
There is a poor, blind Samson in this land, | |
Shorn of his strength and bound in bonds of steel, | |
Who may, in some grim revel, raise his hand, | |
And shake the pillars of this Commonweal, | |
Till the vast Temple of our liberties | |
A shapeless mass of wreck and rubbish lies. | |
Англичан ногӧн гижис
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow