Poems of Anne Brontë
|61.||Vanitas Vanitatis, Etc.||12/31/2002|
|62.||Vanitas Vanitatum, Omnia Vanitas||12/31/2002|
|63.||Verses by Lady Geralda||12/31/2002|
|64.||Verses To A Child||12/31/2002|
|65.||Views of Life||12/31/2002|
|66.||Weep Not Too Much||12/31/2002|
|67.||Yes Thou Art Gone||12/31/2002|
Come to the banquet -- triumph in your songs!
Strike up the chords -- and sing of Victory!
The oppressed have risen to redress their wrongs;
The Tyrants are o'erthrown; the Land is free!
The Land is free! Aye, shout it forth once more;
Is she not red with her oppressors' gore?
We are her champions -- shall we not rejoice?
Are not the tyrants' broad domains our own?
Then wherefore triumph with a faltering voice;