POEKS 0~ FRDDOX Al'D PATlUOTUQI, 241«~.
ErBRli.U. spirit of the cbaiole88 Mind!
Brightest in dungeons, Liberty I thou Art,
For there thy habitation ill the heart-
The heartt which love of thee alone can bind;
And when t.by sons to fetters Are conaign'd-
To fettel'll, and the damp vault 'a day leas gloom,
Their country conquel'll with their martyrdom,
And Freedom's fame finds wings on every wind.
Chilloo! thydrison ia a holy place,
And thy ta ftoor an Altar-for 'twas trofl,
.Until hia very steps hAve left a trace
Worn, as if thy cold pa.vement were a eod,
By Bonninrd !-May none thoae marka eft4ce I
For they appeAl from tyranny to God.
BTJ\Olf,t~c ~nti.quitR .of cfm~om.HltRB nre oltl trees, tall oa.lrs nnd gnArled pines,
That stream with gray-green moeeea; here tbe ground
Waa never trench'd by sp11de, and ftowere epriug up
Unsown, 1\od die nngather'd. It is sweet
To linger here, among the flitting birds
And leaping sqniiTels, wandering brook!>, and winds
T11at shake the lenves, 1\nd scatter, u they Jl&BS,
A fragn,nee from the cedal'll, thickly set
With pnle blue berries. In these pencefnl ehades-
Pt>a.eeful, unpruned, immeMurably old-
My tbonghts go up the long dim path ofyeal'l',
Back to the earliest days of liberty.
Oh Fauoox! thon art not, ae poets dreAm,
A lair young girl, with light and delicate limbe,
And wavy tr·eues gushing from the cap
With whi<•h the Roman mABter crown'rl his slave
When he took oft' the gyves. A bearded ma.n.
A.rm'd to the teeth, art t hon; one mailed hand
Grasps the broAd sbit"lrl, and one the sword; thy bro ... ,
Glortous in beouty though it be, is scarr'rl
With token• of old wl\re; thy massive limbe
Are 11trong with stru~ling. Power at thee baa launeL'd
Hie bolts, and with b1s lightning. eatitten thee;
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