English poem
No longer lost in shades of night
by Thomas Spence (1832–1900)
No longer lost in shades of night, Where late in chains we lay! The sun arises, and his light Dispels our gloom away.
No longer blind, and prone to lye In slavery profound; But for redress aloud we cry! And Tyrants hear the sound.
The pomp of Courts no more engage; The magic spell is broke; We hail the bright reforming age! And cast away the yoke.
Our substance and our blood no more So tamely shall we yield; Nor quit like slaves our native shore To deck the MONSTER'S field.
The rotten lumber of the land, The courtly-pension'd train; Shall hear their sentence and disband, As we our Rights regain.
The mitred villain as he rolls In luxury and lust. He blinds and robs the silly souls Committed to his trust.
Amus'd no more with empty lies, Of bliss we never knew; The traitors lose the state disguise, And closely we pursue.