Albert Pike Poems
- The Struggle For Freedom The Ancient Wrong rules many a land,...
- Home Though the heart hath been sunken in folly and guilt— ...
- Ode To The Mocking-Bird THOU glorious mocker of the world! I ...
- To The Planet Jupiter Thou art a radiant and imperial ...
- Home How many a tongue With words of wondrous eloquence, ...
- The Widowed Heart Thou art lost to me forever!—I have lost ...
- Dixie Southrons, hear your country call you! Up, lest worse ...
Albert Pike (December 29, 1809–April 2, 1891) was an attorney, soldier, writer, and Freemason. Pike is the only Confederate military officer or figure to be honored with an outdoor statue in Washington, D.C. (in Judiciary Square).
Pike was born in Boston, Massachusetts, son of Ben and Sarah (Andrews) Pike, and spent his childhood in Byfield and Newburyport, Massachusetts. His colonial ... more »
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The Struggle For Freedom
The Ancient Wrong rules many a land, whose groans
Rise swarming to the stars by day and night,
Thronging with mournful clamour round the thrones
Where the Archangels sit in God's great light,
And, pitying, mourn to see that Wrong still reigns,
And tortured Nations writhe in galling chains.
From Hungary and France fierce cries go up
And beat against the portals of the skies;
Lashed Italy still drinks the bitter cup,
And Germany in abject stupor lies;
The knout on Poland's bloody shoulders rings,
And Time is all one jubilee of kings.
It will ...