And so methought of nations now that sail
Upon the wings of commerce and of gold,
With new-found force electric, iron and steam,
To yoke fierce Nature’s neck; shall these avail
To save us, or our toil-wrung wealth redeem,
If Freedom fair, and justice loose their hold?
TO THE HAMMERSMITH CHOIR
SWEET voices broke my sleep on Christmas morn;
Clear through the moonlit air their anthem rung,