From haunted spring and dale Edg'd with poplar pale The parting genius is with sighing sent.

License they mean when they cry Liberty; For who loves that, must first be wise and good.

I fled, and cry'd out, Death; Hell trembled at the hideous name, and sigh'd From all her caves, and back resounded, Death.

He left it in thy power, ordaind thy will By nature free, not over-rul'd by Fate Inextricable, or strict necessity.

For what can war, but endless war, still breed?

The conquer'd, also, and enslaved by war, Shall, with their freedom lost, all virtue lose.

How sweetly did they float upon the wings Of silence through the empty-vaulted night, At every fall smoothing the raven down Of darkness till it smiled!