NIGHTFALL IN HUNGARY.
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But they that war with Tyranny
Still mightier weapons bear;
Winged, arrowy thoughts, that pierce like light,
Impalpable as air.
Still mightier weapons bear;
Winged, arrowy thoughts, that pierce like light,
Impalpable as air.
Thoughts that strike through the triple mail,
That spread, and burn, and glow,
More quenchless than that fire the Greeks
Rained on their Moslem foe.
That spread, and burn, and glow,
More quenchless than that fire the Greeks
Rained on their Moslem foe.
Rest, rest in peace, heroic shades,
Whose blood like water ran:
For every crimson drop ye shed,
Shall rise an arméd man.
Whose blood like water ran:
For every crimson drop ye shed,
Shall rise an arméd man.
Rest, rest in peace, heroic souls,
Who wander still on earth;
Thoughts, your immortal messengers,
Are on their mission forth.
Who wander still on earth;
Thoughts, your immortal messengers,
Are on their mission forth.
The pioneers of Liberty,
Invincible they throng;
They scale and undermine the towers
And battlements of Wrong.
Invincible they throng;
They scale and undermine the towers
And battlements of Wrong.
