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.

He learned the arts of riding, fencing, gunnery, And how to scale a fortress - or a nunnery.

In secret we met - In silence I grieve, That thy heart could forget, Thy spirit deceive. If I should meet thee After long years, How should I greet thee? - With silence and tears

Tis not on youth's smooth cheek the blush alone, which fades so fast, But the tender bloom of heart is gone, ere youth itself be past.

Those who will not reason, are bigots, those who cannot, are fools, and those who dare not, are slaves.

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

With thee all tales are sweet; each clime has charms; earth - sea alike - our world within our arms.