Iberia Won; A poem descriptive of the Peninsular War / With impressions from recent visits to the battle-grounds, and copious historical and illustrative notes

by T. M. Hughes

For when to strike for Freedom comes the hour,

He strikes his lords! At home let Tyrants cower

In field, or factory, mountain, mine, or glen.

Where’er the weak are crushed by ruffian power,

Where’er the poor are slighted, where the pen

Can reach Oppression, there shall pierce the rights of Men!

IV.

And Labour shall have Justice. Peasant arms,

The implements of peace or war that wield,

Shall not, of Fame defrauded and its charms,