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Title: Dragon Incursions
Author: Edward Doyle [
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O Freedom! whose pure soul and heart embrace
Translates me into heaven, I draw for breath
The joy of angels who have not known death.
Child-like, I look up in thy loving face,
Else gaze around and point, and curious place
My hand on Mottoes, hung on high. One saith:
"Beware, for he not with me scatterith."
Its meaning comes to me with growth, like grace.
Ah, as a youngster, on its mother's arm,
Seeing a hideous thing approaching night,
Will not lay down its head and shut its eye,
But will with look and lung express alarm--
My mind cries out in dread--when sea and sky
Show dragons, tendencies that work thee harm.
II
O Freedom! Up to whose raised hand the seas
Leap, playful lions, or with head and main
Across their paws lie couchant--it is pain
To see thee whose heart beats are God's decrees,
And vital breathings are infinities,
Now check thy heart and hold thy breath to gain
The smile and plaudit of a depths with bane
In finger tips, while fawning on their knees.
What! Think the tyrant, whose great soul is trade,
Whose history, a crater, belching black
And lurid, keeps glad Easter morning back
From half the world--loves thee save to invade,
As blackward planned? loves thee, along whose track
March Human rights up to the stars parade?
[The end]
Edward Doyle's poem: Dragon Incursions
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