THE FLAMES OF FREEDOMT
The Flames of Freedom
In every age and cause and clime,
The mightiest weapon of war and time,
For battling down the lords of crime,
It shatters armies
With its flashes
In thunder crashes.
By fire perished Babylon
Nineveh, Thebes and Rome,
Fire burnt down Jerusalem
And flamed Diana’s dome
The glow of blazing Carthage
Lit up the Punic foam,
And fire swept Troy and Sodom
To their everlasting home.
—Must is must—
Ashes to ashes—
Dust to dust.
Trembling, flickering, leaping higher—
Blood and iron—days of ire—
Wrathful, vengeful, higher, higher:
Beauteous, sun-born, cleansing fire.
Balshazzar’s hall it made his tomb,
It flung Napoleon to his doom.
Verily, verily, verily!
The days of the Judgement is nigh—
O! Goddess of Liberty hearken!
You are holding your torch too high!
Lower it before I die. Temples to ashes,
Debt to dust—Fire consumeth
*Arthur Desmond signed this "CATILINE." London, 1899