She has gone down! Woe for the world, and all br Its weary workers! gazing from afar br At the clear rising of that hopeful star; br Star of redemption to each weeping thrall br Of pow'r decrepit, and of rule outworn; br Beautiful shining of that blessed morn, br Which was to bring leave for the poor to live; br To work and rest, to labour and to thrive, br And righteous room for all who nobly strive: br She has gone down! Woe for the struggling world, br Back on its path of progress sternly hurled! br Land of sufficient harvests for all dearth, br Home of far-seeing Hope, Time's latest birth,— br Woe for the promised land of the whole earth!br br Frances Anne Kemblebr br