Charles Mackay Poems
- If I Were A Voice If I were a voice, a persuasive voice, ...
- The Miller Of Dee There dwelt a miller, hale and ...
- Light Is Love Without Esteem Light is love without esteem. ...
- Hymn For The Dead O! why should we bewail the dead, Why ...
- Eternal Justice The man is thought a knave, or fool. Or ...
- The Little Moles When grasping tyranny offends, Or angry ...
- Let Us Alone Many-and yet our fate is one, And little after...
Charles Mackay (27 March 1814 – 24 December 1889) was a Scottish poet, journalist, and song writer.
He was born in Perth, Scotland. His mother died shortly after his birth and his father was by turns a naval officer and a foot soldier. He was educated at the Caledonian Asylum, London, and at Brussels, but spent much of his early life in France. Coming to London in 1834, he engaged in journalism, working for the Morning Chronicle from 1835–1844 and then became Editor of The Glasgow Argus. He moved to the Illustrated London News in 1848 becoming Editor in 1852.
He published Songs and Poems (1834), wrote a History of London, Extraordinary Popular Delusions and the Madness ... more »
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If I Were A Voice
If I were a voice, a persuasive voice,
That could travel the wide world through,
I would fly on the beams of the morning light,
And speak to men with a gentle might,
And tell them to be true.
I'd fly, I'd fly, o'er land and sea,
Wherever a human heart might be,
Telling a tale, or singing a song,
In praise of the right - in blame of the wrong.
If I were a voice, a consoling voice,
I'd fly on the wings of air,
The homes of Sorrow and Guilt I'd seek,
And calm and truthful words I'd speak
To save them from Despair.
I'd fly, I'd ...