Arise, arise, arise! <br />There is blood on the earth that denies ye bread; <br />Be your wounds like eyes <br />To weep for the dead, the dead, the dead. <br />What other grief were it just to pay? <br />Your sons, your wives, your brethren, were they; <br />Who said they were slain on the battle day? <br /> <br />Awaken, awaken, awaken! <br />The slave and the tyrant are twin-born foes; <br />Be the cold chains shaken <br />To the dust where your kindred repose, repose: <br />Their bones in the grave will start and move, <br />When they hear the voices of those they love, <br />Most loud in the holy combat above. <br /> <br />Wave, wave high the banner! <br />When Freedom is riding to conquest by: <br />Though the slaves that fan her <br />Be Famine and Toil, giving sigh for sigh. <br />And ye who attend her imperial car, <br />Lift not your hands in the banded war, <br />But in her defence whose children ye are. <br /> <br />Glory, glory, glory, <br />To those who have greatly suffered and done! <br />Never name in story <br />Was greater than that which ye shall have won. <br />Conquerors have conquered their foes alone, <br />Whose revenge, pride, and power they have overthrown <br />Ride ye, more victorious, over your own. <br /> <br />Bind, bind every brow <br />With crownals of violet, ivy, and pine: <br />Hide the blood-stains now <br />With hues which sweet Nature has made divine: <br />Green strength, azure hope, and eternity: <br />But let not the pansy among them be; <br />Ye were injured, and that means memory.<br /><br />Percy Bysshe Shelley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-ode-written-october-1819-before-the-spaniards-had-recovered-their-liberty/
