As when far off the warbled strains are heard That soar on Morning's wing the vales among, Within his cage the imprisoned matin bird Swells the full chorus with a generous song: He bathes no pinion in the dewy light, No Father's joy, no Lover's bliss he shares, Yet still the rising radiance cheers his sight; His fellows' freedom soothes the captive's cares! Thou, Fayette! who didst wake with startling voice Life's better sun from that long wintry night, Thus in thy Country's triumphs shalt rejoice, And mock with raptures high the dungeon's might: For lo! the morning struggles into day, And Slavery's spectres shriek and vanish from the ray! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PSALMS OF THE SEA: THE CONVERT by EVERETT BOSTON SONNET ON MOOR PARK; FORMERLY THE SEAT OF SIR WILLIAM TEMPLE by SAMUEL EGERTON BRYDGES IN THE GLOAMING by CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY QUATRAIN: THE UNIMAGINATIVE by MADISON JULIUS CAWEIN BUGLE SONG OF PEACE; A PROPHECY FOR MEMORIAL DAY by THOMAS CURTIS CLARK |