Judas Maccabeus

VICTOR of God! O thou whose lamp of Fame

Fed with the fire of immortality,

Doth swing, triumphant, ’cross the glooming sea

Of Time! Preserver of thy Country’s name!

Judas, whose heart and arm were as a flame

To burn and burst the chains of slavery,

And rage about the witching upas-tree

Of Grecian glamour and of Grecian shame!

Soul of th’ undying dead! Arise, and hear

The troubled cry of Israel that comes,

And quivers o’er his fathers’ ancient tombs,

And perishes in night of Doubt and Fear;

While East and West voice self-shaped destinies,

Come, Great Deliverer, arise! arise!