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