I wish men to be free, as much from mobs as kings,—from
you as me. |
My time has been passed viciously and agreeably; at thirty-one so few years months days hours or minutes remain that "Carpe Diem" is not enough. I have been obliged to crop even the seconds -- for who can trust to tomorrow? |
Who would be free themselves must strike the blow. |
Yet, Freedom! yet thy banner, torn, but flying,
Streams like the thunder-storm against the wind. |
Know ye not who would be free themselves must strike the blow? by their right arms the conquest must be wrought? |
Hereditary bondsmen! Know ye not
Who would be free themselves must strike the blow? |
For Freedom's battle once begun,
Bequeath'd by bleeding sire to son,
Though baffled oft is ever won. |
He makes a solitude, and calls it - peace. |
The wish, which ages have not yet subdued
In man, to have no master save his mood. |
Sound the loud timbrel o'er Egypt's dark sea!
Jehovah hath triumphed--his people are free. |
