Weep, weep, weep and weep,
For pauper, dolt, and slave!
Hark! from wasted moor and fen,
Feverous alley, stifling den,
Swells the wail of Saxon men—
Work! or the grave!
Down, down, down and down,
With idler, knave, and tyrant!
Why for sluggards cark and moil?
He that will not live by toil
Has no right on English soil!
God’s word’s our warrant!
Up, up, up and up!
Face your game and play it!
The night is past, behold the sun!
The idols fall, the lie is done!
The Judge is set, the doom begun!
Who shall stay it?
On Torridge, May 1849.
(Charles Kingsley)
More Poetry from Charles Kingsley:
Charles Kingsley Poems based on Topics: God, Night, Faces, Work & Career, Past, Slavery, Law & Regulation, English, Tyranny & Despotism- Saint Maura: A.D. 304 (Charles Kingsley Poems)
- The Song of The Little Baltung: A.D. 395 (Charles Kingsley Poems)
- Ode On The Istallation of the Duke of Devonshire (Charles Kingsley Poems)
- Christmas Day (Charles Kingsley Poems)
- The Legend of La Brea (Charles Kingsley Poems)
- The Longbeard's Saga: A.D. 400 (Charles Kingsley Poems)
Readers Who Like This Poem Also Like:
Based on Topics: God Poems, Night Poems, Faces Poems, Past Poems, Work & Career Poems, Law & Regulation Poems, Slavery Poems, Tyranny & Despotism Poems, English PoemsBased on Keywords: pauper, moil, men-, dolt, idler, cark, feverous, sluggards, torridge