Yet smelt roast meat, beheld a huge fire shine, And cooks in motion with their clean arms bared.

Sighing that Nature formed but one such man, and broke the die.

It is not one man nor a million, but the spirit of liberty that must be preserved. The waves which dash upon the shore are, one by one, broken, but the ocean conquers nevertheless. It overwhelms the Armada, it wears out the rock. In like manner, whatever the struggle of individuals, the great cause will gather strength.

And Doubt and Discord step 'twixt thine and thee.

This quiet sail is as a noiseless wing To waft me from distraction.

Eternal Spirit of the chainless Mind! Brightest in dungeons, Liberty! thou art, For there thy habitation is the heart-- The heart which love of thee alone can bind; And when thy sons to fetters are consign'd-- To fetters and damp vault's dayless gloom, Their country conquers with their martyrdom.

A legal broom's a moral chimney-sweeper, And that's the reason he himself's so dirty