noon
Day dawns . The tree , which stood the tallest , Preeminent i ' the leafy greenwood , Now lies the lowest . Safely the arbutus , Which bent before him , flourishes , and the sun Wakens the thrush , which slept securely Nestled in its emerald asylum . So , when the war-shout peals i ' the noon o ' night , Rousing the sleepers fearful , in ecstacy When slaves avenge their wrongs , arising Strong i ' the name o ' liberty new born , When fury spares not beauty nor innocence , First flame the grandest domes . I ' the massacre , First fall the noblest . Lowly virtue Haply the shade o ' poverty defends . Forge then the broad sword .