64. 'Spirit, Patience, Gentleness, All that can adorn and bless Art thou--let deeds, not words, express _260 Thine exceeding loveliness. 65. 'Let a great Assembly be Of the fearless and the free On some spot of English ground Where the plains stretch wide around. _265 66. 'Let the blue sky overhead, The green earth on which ye tread, All that must eternal be Witness the solemnity. 67. 'From the corners uttermost _270 Of the bounds of English coast; From every hut, village, and town Where those who live and suffer moan For others' misery or their own, 68. 'From the workhouse and the prison Where pale as corpses newly risen, Women, children, young and old _277 Groan for pain, and weep for cold-- 69. 'From the haunts of daily life Where is waged the daily strife _280 With common wants and common cares Which sows the human heart with tares-- 70. 'Lastly from the palaces Where the murmur of distress Echoes, like the distant sound _285 Of a wind alive around 71. 'Those prison halls of wealth and fashion, Where some few feel such compassion For those who groan, and toil, and wail As must make their brethren pale-- 72. 'Ye who suffer woes untold, _291 Or to feel, or to behold Your lost country bought and sold With a price of blood and gold-- 73. 'Let a vast assembly be, _295 And with great solemnity Declare with measured words that ye Are, as God has made ye, free-- 74. 'Be your strong and simple words Keen to wound as sharpened swords, _300 And wide as targes let them be, With their shade to cover ye. 75. 'Let the tyrants pour around With a quick and startling sound, Like the loosening of a sea, _305 Troops of armed emblazonry. 76. 'Let the charged artillery drive Till the dead air seems alive With the clash of clanging wheels, And the tramp of horses' heels. _310 77. 'Let the fixed bayonet Gleam with sharp desire to wet Its bright point in English blood Looking keen as one for food. 78. Let the horsemen's scimitars _315 Wheel and flash, like sphereless stars Thirsting to eclipse their burning In a sea of death and mourning. 79. 'Stand ye calm and resolute, Like a forest close and mute, _320 With folded arms and looks which are Weapons of unvanquished war, 80. 'And let Panic, who outspeeds The career of armed steeds Pass, a disregarded shade _325 Through your phalanx undismayed.