Lovecraft & Lee – Sons of Albion’s Ancient Race

H.P. Lovecraft’s genius always surprises me from time to time. A master of horror fiction and of old Rhode Island native stock, Lovecraft’s work influenced the likes of Stephen King and Clive Barker. His The Shadow over Innsmouth is one of the greats in dark literature and an allegory on the dangers of miscegenation. A dyed-in-the-wool Anglophile and disdainful toward non-Anglo Saxon races, Lovecraft’s reputation has been tarnished by progressive do-gooders as “problematic” and racist per Current Year dogma.

I don’t care what the communist book-burners have to say about Lovecraft and neither should you. This post isn’t about Lovecraft’s sensible views on the races, but rather his surprisingly deep appreciation for another son of Albion and one of our Southern icons – General Robert E. Lee.

Below is his moving tribute to The Old Man:

Si veris magna paratur
Fama bonis, et se successu nuda remoto
Inspicitur virtus, quicquid laudamus in ullo
Majorum, ortuna fuit. 

– Lucan

Whilst martial echoes o’er the wave resound,
And Europe’s gore incarnadines the ground;
Today no foreign hero we bemoan,
But count the glowing virtues of our own!
illustrious LEE! around whose honour’d name
Entwines a patriot’s and a Christian’s fame;
With whose just praise admiring nations ring,
And whom repenting foes contritely sing!
When first our land fraternal fury bore,
And Sumter’s guns alarm’d the anxious shore;
When Faction’s reign ancestral rights o’erthrew,
And sunder’d States a mutual hatred knew;
Then clash’d contending chiefs of kindred line,
In flesh to suffer and in fame to shine.
But o’er them all, majestic in his might,
Rose LEE, unrivall’d, to sublimest height:
With torturing choice defy’d opposing Fate,
And shunn’d Temptation for his native State!
Thus Washington his monarch’s rule o’erturned
When young Columbia with rebellion burn’d.
And what in Washington the world reveres,
In LEE with equal magnitude appears.
Our nation’s Father, crown’d with vict’ry bays,
Enjoys a loving land’s eternal praise:
Let, then, our hearts with equal rev’rence greet
His proud successor, rising o’er defeat!
Around his greatness pour disheart’ning woes,
But still he tow’rs above his conquering foes.
Silence! ye jackal herd that vainly blame
Th’ unspotted leader by a traitor’s name.
If such was LEE, let blushing Justice mourn,
And trait’rous Liberty endure our scorn!
As Philopoemen once sublimely strove,
And earn’d declining Hellas’ thankful love;
So followed LEE the purest patriot’s part,
And wak’d the worship of the grateful heart:
The South her soul in body’d form discerns;
The North from LEE a nobler freedom learns!
Attend! ye sons of Albion’s ancient race,
Whate’er your country, and whate’er your place;
LEE’S valiant deeds, though dear to Southern song,
To all our Saxon strain as well belong,
Courage like his the parent Island won,
And led an Empire past the setting sun;
To realms unknown our laws and language bore,
Rais’d England’s banner on the desert shore;
Crush’d the proud rival, and subdued the sea
For ages past, and aeons yet to be!
From Scotia’s hilly bounds the paean rolls,
And Afric’s distant Cape great LEE extols;
The sainted soul and manly mien combine
To grace Britannia’s and Virginia’s line
As dullards now in thoughtless fervour prate
Of shameful peace, and sing th’ unmanly State;
As churls their piping reprobations shriek,
And damn the heroes that protect the weak;
Let LEE’S brave shade the timid throng accost,
And give them back the manhood they have lost!
What kindlier spirit, breathing from on high,
Can teach us how to live and how to die?

Beautifully written by a New England Yankee.

H. P. Lovecraft, June 1934.jpg

– This was originally posted on identitydixie.com

8 Comments

  1. I never read Lovecraft, precisely because I had heard he was a Stephen King predecessor. But this sounds almost as interesting to read as Dixon’s “The Clansmen” or Buchan’s amazing “Prester John” – both of which are the stuff that young men SHOULD- nay, NEED to read, to grasp the fervor and the grandeur of the White Race and our White Nation. ORION.

  2. I looked it up.

    On the Creation of Niggers
    by H. P. Lovecraft

    When, long ago, the gods created Earth
    In Iove’s fair image Man was shaped at birth.
    The beasts for lesser parts were next designed;
    Yet were they too remote from humankind.
    To fill the gap, and join the rest to Man,
    Th’Olympian host conceiv’d a clever plan.
    A beast they wrought, in semi-human figure,
    Filled it with vice, and called the thing a Nigger.

    1912

  3. Will Lovecraft join Ezra Pound in the “ignore” pile? Will both eventually be banned in the “Land of the Free?”

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