Poems (Terry, 1861)/The last revolution
THE LAST REVOLUTION.
Hurrah! the mob is up again! I hear its distant rush and roar, Like mad 'seas surging on the shore;But this sea shall not surge in vain.Shout, bondsmen all, for freedom's reign— Hurrah!
A thousand, thousand hurrying feet, Resistless, heedless, trampling by: From the black East a shrieking cry;The sound flies fast, the winds are fleet;Hurrah! this liberty is sweet. Hurrah!
Hark! is't the roar of cannonades? A sullen thunder from afar— The grim, exulting psalm of war,When deep in blood the victor wades:No! 'tis the crashing barricades. Hurrah!
A shattered throne lies on the plain; Dead, at its foot, the hoary king. Shout for the gay republic—Spring!Hurrah! it hath not come in vain,This revolution of the rain. Hurrah!