Extempore Lines

A morning crowns the Western hill,     A day begins to reign,     A sun awakes oer distant seas     Shall never sleep again.     The world is growing old,     And men are waxing wise;     A mist has cleared a something falls     Like scales from off their eyes.     Too long the Dark of Ignorance     Has brooded on their way;     Too long Oppression s stood before,     Excluding light of day.     But now theyve found the track     And now theyve seen the dawn,     A beacon lamp is pointing on,     Where stronger glows the morn.     Since Adam lived, the mighty ones     Have ever ruled the weak;     Since Noahs flood, the fettered slave     Has seldom dared to speak.     Tis time a voice was heard,     Tis time a voice was spoken     So in the chain of tyranny     A link or two be broken.     A tiny rill will swell a stream,     A spark will cause a flame,     And one mans burning eloquence     Has helpd to do the same.     And he will persevere,     And soon that blaze must spread,     Till to the corners of the earth     Reflecting beams are shed.     The few will try to beat it down,     But can they stop the flood     Bind up the pinions of the light,     Or check the will of God?     And is it not His will     That deeply injured Right     Should overthrow the iron rule     And reign instead of Might?