Some Poems by Sir Walter Scott

Author:Sir Walter Scott [Scott, Walter, Sir]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2004-06-30T16:00:00+00:00

CONCLUSION.

Stern tide of human Time! that know’st not rest,

But, sweeping from the cradle to the tomb,

Bear’st ever downward on thy dusky breast

Successive generations to their doom;

While thy capacious stream has equal room

For the gay bark where Pleasure’s steamers sport,

And for the prison-ship of guilt and gloom,

The fisher-skiff, and barge that bears a court,

Still wafting onward all to one dark silent port; -

Stern tide of Time! through what mysterious change

Of hope and fear have our frail barks been driven!

For ne’er, before, vicissitude so strange

Was to one race of Adam’s offspring given.

And sure such varied change of sea and heaven,

Such unexpected bursts of joy and woe,

Such fearful strife as that where we have striven,

Succeeding ages ne’er again shall know,

Until the awful term when Thou shalt cease to flow.

Well hast thou stood, my Country! - the brave fight

Hast well maintained through good report and ill;

In thy just cause and in thy native might,

And in Heaven’s grace and justice constant still;

Whether the banded prowess, strength, and skill

Of half the world against thee stood arrayed,

Or when, with better views and freer will,

Beside thee Europe’s noblest drew the blade,

Each emulous in arms the Ocean Queen to aid.

Well art thou now repaid - though slowly rose,

And struggled long with mists thy blaze of fame,

While like the dawn that in the orient glows

On the broad wave its earlier lustre came;

Then eastern Egypt saw the growing flame,

And Maida’s myrtles gleamed beneath its ray,

Where first the soldier, stung with generous shame,

Rivalled the heroes of the watery way,

And washed in foemen’s gore unjust reproach away.

Now, Island Empress, wave thy crest on high,

And bid the banner of thy Patron flow,

Gallant Saint George, the flower of Chivalry,

For thou halt faced, like him, a dragon foe,

And rescued innocence from overthrow,

And trampled down, like him, tyrannic might,

And to the gazing world may’st proudly show

The chosen emblem of thy sainted Knight,

Who quelled devouring pride and vindicated right.

Yet ’mid the confidence of just renown,

Renown dear-bought, but dearest thus acquired,

Write, Britain, write the moral lesson down:

’Tis not alone the heart with valour fired,

The discipline so dreaded and admired,

In many a field of bloody conquest known,

- Such may by fame be lured, by gold be hired:

’Tis constancy in the good cause alone

Best justifies the meed thy valiant sons have won.

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