The fallen elm (3)
Friend not inanimate — though stocks and stones
There are, and many formed in flesh and bones.
Thou own a language by which hearts are stirred
Deeper than by a feeling clothed in word,
Thine spoke a feeling known in every tongue,
Language of pity and the force of wrong.
What cant assumes, what hypocrites may dare,
Speaks home to truth and shows it what they are.
I see a picture that thy fate displays
And learn a lesson from thy destiny;
Self interest saw thee stand in freedoms ways -
So thy old shadow must a tyrant be.
Thoust heard the knave, abusing those in power,
Bawl freedom loud and then oppress the free
Posted by Arborfield at 9:49 am