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.

I only know we loved in vain; I only feel-farewell! farewell!

Well, well, the world must turn upon its axis, And all mankind turn with it, heads or tails, And live and die, make love and pay our taxes, And as the veering winds shift, shift our sails.

And hold up to the sun my little taper.

The sight of blood to crowds begets the thirst of more, As the first wine-cup leads to the long revel.

And the commencement of atonement is the sense of its necessity.

Have not all past human beings parted, And must not all the present, one day part?