Like the Hebrew, on the mountain, looking forward then he saw
The Promised Land of Freedom blooming under Freedom's law;
Saw a great Republic spurring in the lists where Nations ride,
The peer of any Power in her majesty and pride;
Saw that young Republic gazing through her helmet's gilded bars
Toward the West all luminous with th' light of coming stars;
From Atlantic to Pacific saw her banners all unfurled
Heard sonorous trumpets blowing blessèd Peace with all the world?
Roused from this glorious vision, with success within his reach,
In few and simple words he made this long-resounding speech:
"The work is done, and well done:" thus spake he on this sod,
In accents calm and measured as the accents of a God.
God, said I? Yes, his image rises on the raptured sight
Like Baldur, the fair and blameless, the Goth's God of the Light!
XIII.
THE BEGINNING OF THE END.
As some spent gladiator, struck by Death,
Whose reeling vision scarce a foe defines,
For one last effort gathers all his breath,
England draws in her lines.