The Struggle for FreedomLondon Regalia
The Struggle for Freedom
The Ancient Wrong rules many a land, whose groans
Rise to swarm to the stars by day and night,
Thronging with mournful clamor around 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 not be so always. Through the night
The suffering multitudes with joy descry
Beyond the ocean a great beacon-light,
Flashing its rays into their starless sky,
And teaching them to struggle and be free,
The Light of Order, Law, and Liberty.
Take heart, ye bleeding Nations and your chains
Shall shiver like thin glass. The dawn is near,
When Earth shall feel, through all her aged veins
The new blood pouring and her drowsy ear
Hear Freedom’s trumpet ringing in the sky,
Calling her braves to conquer or to die.
Arm and revolt, and let the hunted stags
Against the lordly lions stand at bay!
Each pass, Thermoplæ, and all the crags,
Young Freedom’s fortresses! and soon the day
Shall come when Right shall rule, and round the thrones
that gird God’s feet shall eddy no more groans.
Albert Pike (December 29, 1809 – April 2, 1891) was an American author, poet, orator, editor, lawyer, judge, and Confederate general who served on the Arkansas Supreme Court in exile from 1864 to 1865 as an associate justice. He had previously served in the Confederate States Army as a senior officer in the Trans-Mississippi Theater, heading the District of Indian Territory. From 1859 to 1889, Pike was the Sovereign Grand Commander of the Supreme Council, Scottish Rite (Southern Jurisdiction, USA), a notable Freemason.