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ODE TO LIBERTY.

 

Yet, Freedom, yet thy banner torn but flying,
Streams like a thunder-storm against the wind.

Byron.

 

I.

A glorious people vibrated again

The lightning of the nations: Liberty
From heart to heart, from tower to tower, o'er Spain,
Scattering contagious fire into the sky,
Gleamed. My soul spurned the chains of its dismay,
And, in the rapid plumes of song,
Clothed itself, sublime and strong;