Delivered from the galling yoke of time.
Delight and liberty, the simple creed of childhood.
Because the good old rule Sufficeth them,-the simple plan, That they should take who have the power, And they should keep who can.
How is it that you live, and what is it you do?
One that would peep and botanize Upon his mother's grave.
His love was like the liberal air, embracing all, to cheer and bless.