Anonymous

The Voice of the People

’Tis the voice of the people I hear it on high,
It peals o’er the mountains — it soars to the sky; 
Through wide fields of heather, it wings its swift flight, 
Like thunders of heaven arrayed in their might. 
It rushes still on, like the torrent’s loud roar; 
And bears on its surges the wrongs of the poor. 
It’s shock like the earthquake shall fill with dismay, 
The hearts of the tyrants and sweep them away.

                                            W. H. C.