Against the enemies of love, and all that hate the Lord.
O cleansing indignation, O flame of righteous wrath,
Give me a soul to see thee and follow in thy path!
Save me from selfish virtue, arm me for fearless fight,
And give me strength to carry on, a soldier of the Right!
—Outlook.
APOSTROPHE TO THE OCEAN
By Lord Byron
There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is rapture on the lonely shore,