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THE MISCELLANEOUS WRITINGS AND SPEECHES OF LORD MACAULAY。
THE DELIVERANCE OF
VIENNA。
TRANSLATED FROM VINCENZIO DA FILICAIA。
（Published in the 〃Winter's Wreath；〃 Liverpool； 1828。）
〃Le corde d'oro elette；〃 etc。
The chords； the sacred chords of gold； Strike； O Muse； in measure bold；
And frame a sparkling wreath of joyous songs For that great God to whom
revenge belongs。 Who shall resist his might； Who marshals for the fight
Earthquake and thunder； hurricane and flame？ He smote the haughty race
Of unbelieving Thrace； And turned their rage to fear； their pride to shame。
He looked in wrath from high； Upon their vast array； And； in the twinkling
of an eye； Tambour； and trump； and battle…cry； And steeds； and turbaned
infantry； Passed like a dream away。 Such power defends the mansions of
the just： But； like a city without walls； The grandeur of the mortal falls
Who glories in his strength； and makes not God his trust。 The proud
blasphemers thought all earth their own； They deemed that soon the
whirlwind of their ire Would sweep down tower and palace； dome and
spire； The Christian altars and the Augustan throne。 And soon； they cried；
shall Austria bow To the dust her lofty brow。 The princedoms of Almayne
Shall wear the Phrygian chain； In humbler waves shall vassal Tiber roll；
And Rome a slave forlorn； Her laurelled tresses shorn； Shall feel our iron
in her inmost soul。 Who shall bid the torrent stay？ Who shall bar the
lightning's way？ Who arrest the advancing van Of the fiery Ottoman？
As the curling smoke…wreaths fly When fresh breezes clear the sky；
Passed away each swelling boast Of the misbelieving host。 From the
Hebrus rolling far Came the murky cloud of war； And in shower and
tempest dread Burst on Austria's fenceless head。 But not for vaunt or threat
Didst Thou； O Lord； forget The flock so dearly bought； and loved so well。
Even in the very hour Of guilty pride and power Full on the
circumcised Thy vengeance fell。 Then the fields were heaped with dead；
Then the streams with gore were red； And every bird of prey； and every
beast； From wood and cavern thronged to Thy great feast。
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What terror seized the fiends obscene of Nile！ How wildly； in his place
of doom beneath； Arabia's lying prophet gnashed his teeth； And cursed his
blighted hopes and wasted guile！ When； at the bidding of Thy sovereign
might； Flew on their destined path Thy messages of wrath； Riding on
storms and wrapped in deepest night。 The Phthian mountains saw； And
quaked with mystic awe： The proud Sultana of the Straits bowed down
Her jewelled neck and her embattled crown。 The miscreants； as they raised
their eyes Glaring defiance on Thy skies； Saw adverse winds and clouds
display The terrors of their black array； Saw each portentous star Whose
fiery aspect turned of yore to flight The iron chariots of the Canaanite Gird
its bright harness for a deadlier war。
Beneath Thy withering look Their limbs with palsy shook； Scattered
on earth the crescent banners lay； Trembled with panic fear Sabre and
targe and spear； Through the proud armies of the rising day。 Faint was
each heart； unnerved each hand； And； if they strove to charge or stand
Their efforts were as vain As his who； scared in feverish sleep By evil
dreams； essays to leap； Then backward falls again。 With a crash of wild
dismay； Their ten thousand ranks gave way； Fast they broke； and fast they
fled； Trampled； mangled； dying； dead； Horse and horsemen mingled lay；
Till the mountains of the slain Raised the valleys to the plain。 Be all the
glory to Thy name divine！ The swords were our's； the arm； O Lord； was
Thine。 Therefore to Thee； beneath whose footstool wait The powers which
erring man calls Chance and Fate； To Thee who hast laid low The pride of
Europe's foe； And taught Byzantium's sullen lords to fear； I pour my spirit
out In a triumphant shout； And call all ages and all lands to hear。 Thou
who evermore endurest； Loftiest； mightiest； wisest； purest； Thou whose
will destroys or saves； Dread of tyrants； hope of slaves； The wreath of
glory is from Thee； And the red sword of victory。
There where exulting Danube's flood Runs stained with Islam's noblest
blood From that tremendous field； There where in mosque the tyrants met；
And from the crier's minaret Unholy summons pealed； Pure shrines and
temples now shall be Decked for a worship worthy Thee。 To Thee thy
whole creation pays With mystic sympathy its praise； The air； the earth；
the seas： The day shines forth with livelier beam； There is a smile upon the
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stream； An anthem on the breeze。 Glory； they cry； to Him whose might
Hath turned the barbarous foe to flight； Whose arm protects with power
divine The city of his favoured line。 The caves； the woods； the rocks；
repeat the sound； The everlasting hills roll the long echoes round。
But； if Thy rescued church may dare Still to besiege Thy throne with
prayer； Sheathe not； we implore Thee； Lord； Sheathe not Thy victorious
sword。 Still Panonia pines away； Vassal of a double sway： Still Thy
servants groan in chains； Still the race which hates Thee reigns： Part the
living from the dead： Join the members to the head： Snatch Thine own
sheep from yon fell monster's hold； Let one kind shepherd rule one
undivided fold。
He is the victor； only he Who reaps the fruits of victory。 We conquered
once in vain； When foamed the Ionian waves with gore； And heaped
Lepanto's stormy shore With wrecks and Moslem slain。 Yet wretched
Cyprus never broke The Syrian tyrant's iron yoke。 Shall the twice
vanquished foe Again repeat his blow？ Shall Europe's sword be hung to
rust in peace？ Nolet the red…cross ranks Of the triumphant Franks Bear
swift deliverance to the shrines of Greece And in her inmost heart let Asia
f