Sonnet On The American War. by Frances Anne Kemble

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She has gone down! Woe for the world, and all
Its weary workers! gazing from afar
At the clear rising of that hopeful star,
Star of redemption to each weeping thrall
Of pow’r decrepit, and of rule outworn,
Beautiful shining of that blessed morn,
Which was to bring leave for the poor to live,
To work and rest, to labour and to thrive,
And righteous room for all who nobly strive:
She has gone down! Woe for the struggling world,
Back on its path of progress sternly hurled!
Land of sufficient harvests for all dearth,
Home of far-seeing Hope, Time’s latest birth,—
Woe for the promised land of the whole earth!

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