Thomas Cooper ( )


Chartist Chaunts


TRUTH is growinghearts are glowing
With the flame of Liberty:
Light is breakingThrones are quaking
Hark!the trumpet of the Free!
Long, in lowly whispers breathing.
Freedom wandered drearily
Still, in faith, her laurel wreathing
For the day when there should be
Freemen shouting'Victory!'

Now, she seeketh him that speaketh
Fearlessly of lawless might;
And she speedeth him that leadeth
Brethren on to win the Right.
Soon, the slave shall cease to sorrow
Cease to toil in agony;
Yea, the cry may swell to-morrow
Over land and over sea
'Brethren, shoutye all are free!'

Freedom bringeth joy that singeth
All day long and never tires:
No more sadnessall is gladness
In the hearts that she inspires:
For, she breathes a soft compassion
Where the tyrant kindled rage;
And she saith to every nation
'Brethren, cease wild war to wage:
Earth is your blest heritage.'

Though kings render their defender
Titles, gold, and splendours gay
Lo, thy glorywarrior gory
Like a dream shall fade away!
Gentle Peace her balm of healing
On the bleeding world shall pour;
Brethren, love for brethren feeling,
Shall proclaim, from shore to shore
'Shoutthe sword shall slay no more!' 



Thomas Cooper's other poems:
  1. To
  2. The Woodman's Song
  3. The Swineherd of Stow
  4. The Gosherd of Croyland
  5. To Lincoln Cathedral


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