Saturday, December 16, 2006

Ode to Moderation "A. C." The Cabinet, III (1795), pp. 117-120

I found this, it was written in 1795 and is still relevant today. If your senator or representative is democrat, send this to him, it may make a difference.

To thee, whose cautious step, and specious air,
    Deceive the world, who simulating good,
Drop'st from thine oily tongue the pitying pray'r,
    T'avert the ills of man, and spare his blood.
'To thee I call, but with no friendly voice,'
    I am no dupe to thine insidious art,
    The vaunted mercy of thy traitor heart,
Nor in thy promises can I rejoice.
For well I know thee hypocrite!—I know
Thou art the fatal source of human woe,
Thine is the shield that bloodiest tyrants bear,
Foul harbinger of death, black herald of despair.

Why groans you hapless, violated land,
    With such continued suff'rance, and long care?
'Tis that, deceiver! there thou giv'st command,
    That mod'rate justice, mod'rate truth are there.
The poor not quite destroy'd, tho' doom'd to toil
    From day to day unceasing, yet must hide
    Their soul's deep anguish from the gaze of pride,
And greet with smiles the plund'rers of the soil.
The sad seditious thoughts that fire the brain
Must be subdued,—'tis treason to complain;
For order, peace, tranquility require,
They suffer all unmoved,—then silently expire.

vengeance wild!
    To the red scene of slaughter and dismay,
Where the bold multitude, no more beguil'd,
    The deathful banners of their rage display.
Ah! let their gen'rous ardors burn for me;
    Their fiercest energies my bosom steel,
    Who learn to vindicate, when taught to feel,
And dare th' extreme of all things to be free:
Better by far at once the conflict end,
The gen'ral foe prevail, or genial friend,
Than that faint hope should languish with the throng,
Who love the right but half, but half detest the wrong.

Mark, how the desolating tempest flies,
    And rends the groaning forest from its base;
Its bursting thunders wreck the pow'rless skies,
    Its lightnings Nature's loveliest scenes deface.
Anon, behold its transient fury sped,
    More fresh the flowers their vivid tints disclose,
    With richer pride the yellow harvest glows,
More soft the air, more sweet the odours spread.
Thus from the storms of intellectual strife,
The moral system wakes to purer life,
The passions harmonize which late were hurl'd,
And reason's fairer beams illume a happier world.

'Tis true, seductive is thy mild discourse,
    With dainty terms of soft benevolence,
And honied phrases fill'd, abjuring force,
    Trusting to time, and to progressive sense.
Thus the wild jargons of submissive peace,
    Of calm endurance, petrify the heart,
    Check the bold tear of manhood ere it start,
And bid the holy animation cease.
By due and slow degrees, by sober zeal,
Profess to rectify the public weal,
Which, by confusing parts, confound the whole,
Disorganize the will, and dislocate the soul.

'Tis thine to boast of long existing laws,
Blast the effect of ill, but not the cause;
'Tis thine to call it mad erroneous rage,
    When indignation's spirit nobly glows,
    When smarting with the sense of bitt'rest woes;
The mass of man the war of nature wage,
'Tis thine with horror then to paint the scene,
As barb'rous tyranny had never been,
Of ruthless anarchy alone complain,
Then if thy victims pause, prepare th' eternal chain.

Ah! wouldst thou ask me why I thus can hate,
    Why thus abhor thee, execrable pow'r?
'Tis, that I deem thy mercy worse than fate,
    'Tis, that thou smilest only to devour.
Did the great Pole[1] thy baleful influence share,
    When rous'd to fury at his country's call;
    Or when he found that country doom'd to fall,
Felt he a moderation of despair?
Meanwhile, thy tranquil Hecate of the North,
Sent her infernal legions mildly forth,
To quell intemp'rate zeal,—the land to save,—
With mod'rate murder sweep whole nations to the grave.

At thy approach, true principle decays,
    Cabals succeed, with reas'nings most abstruse,
Of reg'lar governments the placid praise,
    Of tender words and savage deeds profuse.
Unhappy France! I see thy laurels die,
    I see thy fading glories dimly shine,
    The tyrants triumph with their wrath benign,
The mod'rate wrath of boundless cruelty.
The bold terrific energy is past,
And peace and tyranny return at last,
Thy star of vict'ry rose—when at the sight,
Pale moderation shriek'd, and all again was night.

O ye fall'n patriots! ere I drop the pen,
    One rending sigh shall to your worth be paid,
Ye greatest, noblest, bravest, best of men!
    One grateful tear be offer'd to your shade.
Tho' monarchs execrate, tho' Britons scorn,
    Your deathless name, yet still to freedom true,
    Be't mine, alas! to pay the homage due,
With Sorrow's cypress wreath your shrine adorn.
Scar'd at the light'ning of your lifted spear,
The traitor crouch'd, the despot learnt to fear,
And tho' thro' seas of blood your ark was driv'n
The deluge still was just, the ark belong'd to heaven.

Wednesday, December 13, 2006

Epigram On the Frequent Defeats of the French Army

The toast of each Briton in war's dread alarms,
O'er bottle or bowl, is "Success to our Arms;"
Attack'd, put to flight, and soon forc'd from each trench,
"Success to our Legs," is the toast of the French.

This was written in december 1813 in the London Chronicle, CXIV (November 19, 1813), p. 487

Tuesday, December 05, 2006

Date: Wed, 29 Nov 2006 Subject: Anne Bayefsky on UNHRC

Why John Bolton deserves to be US-UN Ambassador,
Anne Bayefsky;
November 20, 2006

On November 17, 2006 the UN General Assembly
"reconvened" its "Tenth" Emergency Session to condemn
Israel. The Tenth Session began in 1997 and has now been
reconvened 14 times. No other emergency session of the
General Assembly has occurred on any other subject in these
ten years - not even on Darfur, Sudan with 2.5 million
people displaced and over 400,000 dead. And once again, the
General Assembly adopted another resolution condemning
Israel without mentioning Hezbollah, Hamas, Iran or Syria,
which are openly acting to bring about Israel's
annihilation. Just seven of the UN member states voted
against the resolution - the United States, Australia, the
Marshall Islands, Micronesia, Nauru, and Palau. The European
Union voted in favor.

In the midst of this display of visceral hatred of
the Jewish state and the Jewish people, inimical to
everything the UN was created to oppose, came a singularly
powerful voice for reason, dignity and honesty - Ambassador
John Bolton. The crowd assembled in the General Assembly
hall was hostile to the man and to the country he
represents. But Ambassador Bolton took the podium and spoke
with no rancor and no double-talk. Here is part of what he
said "This problem of endemic to the
culture of the United Nations. It is a decades-old, systemic
problem that transcends the whole panoply of UN
organizations and agencies...The consequences of this
persistent, unconstructive, biased approach are painfully
clear - not one single Palestinian is helped and the United
Nations continues to be discredited by its inability to
confront...the Israel-Palestinian conflict in a serious,
responsible manner."

Nobody clapped - in contrast to the applause which
the same crowd had lavished on Venezuelan President Hugo
Chavez when he referred to President Bush this past
September as the devil. John Bolton, however, wasn't looking
for accolades. In a room where the US has one vote among 192
states, he simply spoke truth to power. "We believe that the
United Nations is ill served when its members seek to
transform the organization into a forum that is little more
than a self-serving and polemical attack against Israel or
the United States."

The strength of his conviction and the veracity of
his message reverberated around the room. Ambassador Bolton
used his role to explain what America stands for and what it
does not. This is exactly what makes an ambassador great,
and United States UN Ambassador Bolton one of the greatest.