on the Comin'j Ciri/iznfinn. 387 



lie claims liis birthright, now, ami reigns : 



The Titans that o'er chaos ruled, - 

 Liglitning and steam, — with giant i)ains. 



Now run his errands, trainetl and schooled. 



O People ! once a mass, held down, 



The playtliing oi tlie priest and king, 

 Yon yet shall come into your own, 



And to you earth her tribute bring. 



Detlironed, the gods of wrong and hate ; 



Dethroned, the old-time kingly i>ower ; 

 Dethroned, the ])riestho()(rs selfish state ; 



Reason cntluoned, tlien comes your hour ! 



The spelling-book shall be the key 



To thrust back in the lock of fate 

 The musty bolts of destiny. 



And bid you enter now, though late. 



But, on (rod's dial-plate of time, 



'Tis never late for him wlio stands 

 Self-centred in a trust sublime, 



With mastered force and thinking hands. 



The world, then, all before you lies : 

 The stars light for you ; and there waits 



A future where bold enterprise 



Flings open wide the long-shut gates. 



