My life has crept so long on a broken wing
Thro' cells of madness, haunts of horror and fear
That I come to be grateful at last for a little thing
My mood is changed, for it fell at a time of year
When the face of night is fair on the dewy downs
That like a silent lightning under the stars
She seem'd to divide in a dream from a band of the blest
And spoke of a hope for the world in the coming wars
And it was but a dream yet it yielded a dear delight
To have look'd, tho but in a dream, upon eyes so fair
That had been in a wеary world my one thing bright;
And I stood on a giant deck and mixt my breath
With a loyal pеople shouting a battle-cry
Till I saw the dreary phantom arise and fly
Far into the North, and battle, and seas of death
The blood-red blossom of war with a heart of fire
Let it flame or fade, and the war roll down like a wind
We have proved we have hearts in a cause, we are noble still
I have felt with my native land, I am one with my kind
I embrace the purpose of God, and the doom assign'd