Elizabeth Barrett Browning — A Curse for a Nation: The Curse

I. Because ye have broken your own chain        &nbspWith the strain Of brave men climbing a Nation’s height, Yet thence bear down with brand and thong On souls of others,—for this wrong        &nbspThis is the curse. Write. Because yourselves are standing straight        &nbspIn the state Of Freedom’s foremost acolyte, Yet keep calm footing all the time On writhing bond-slaves,—for this crime        &nbspThis is the curse. Write. Because ye prosper in God’s name,        &nbspWith a claim To honour in the old world’s sight, Yet do the fiend’s work perfectly In strangling martyrs,—for this lie        &nbspThis is the curse. Write. II. Ye shall watch while kings conspire Round the people’s smouldering fire,        &nbspAnd, warm for your part, Shall never dare—O shame! To utter the thought into flame        &nbspWhich burns at your heart.        &nbsp       &nbspThis is the curse. Write. Ye shall watch while nations strive With the bloodhounds, die or survive,        &nbspDrop faint from their jaws, Or throttle them backward to death; And only under your breath        &nbspShall favour the cause.        &nbsp       &nbspThis is the curse. Write. Ye shall watch while strong men draw The nets of feudal law        &nbspTo strangle the weak; And, counting the sin for a sin, Your soul shall be sadder within        &nbspThan the word ye shall speak.        &nbsp       &nbspThis is the curse. Write. When good men are praying erect That Christ may avenge his elect        &nbspAnd deliver the earth, The prayer in your ears, said low, Shall sound like the tramp of a foe        &nbspThat’s driving you forth.        &nbsp       &nbspThis is the curse. Write. When wise men give you their praise, They shall pause in the heat of the phrase,        &nbspAs if carried too far. When ye boast your own charters kept true Ye shall blush; for the thing which ye do        &nbspDerides what ye are.        &nbsp       &nbspThis is the curse. Write. When fools cast taunts at your gate, Your scorn ye shall somewhat abate        &nbspAs ye look o’er the wall; For your conscience, tradition, and name Explode with a deadlier blame        &nbspThan the worst of them all.        &nbsp       &nbspThis is the curse. Write. Go, wherever ill deeds shall be done, Go, plant your flag in the sun        &nbspBeside the ill-doers! And recoil from clenching the curse Of God’s witnessing Universe        &nbspWith a curse of yours.        &nbsp       &nbspThis is the curse. Write.


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