The Complete Poetical Works

IV

In sighs their sickly breath was spent; each gleam

Of Hope had ceas'd the long long day to cheer;

Or if delusive, in some flitting dream,

It gave them to their friends and children dear¿

Awaked by lordly Insult's sound 15

To all the doubled horrors round,

Oft shrunk they from Oppression's band

While Anguish rais'd the desperate hand

For silent death; or lost the mind's controll,

Thro' every burning vein would tides of Frenzy roll. 20

V

But cease, ye pitying bosoms, cease to bleed!

Such scenes no more demand the tear humane;

I see, I see! glad Liberty succeed

With every patriot virtue in her train!

And mark yon peasant's raptur'd eyes; 25

Secure he views his harvests rise;

No fetter vile the mind shall know,

And Eloquence shall fearless glow.

Yes! Liberty the soul of Life shall reign,

Shall throb in every pulse, shall flow thro' every vein! 30