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STANZA.
Oh! give me the spirit that ne'er was enslaved,
The mind which for freedom all hardships hath braved,
Too bold to be conquered—too proud to bow down,
Who never the yoke of submission hath known.
But the being so puerile to tremble or bend,
That in deepest affliction a murmur can send,
Oh, banish afar, and bring hither the heart,
That with all that is noble can still bear a part,
Still onward advance with an unflinching mind,
Yet ever be merciful, gentle and kind.



"Life's frail bark is tempest toss'd-
"Hope is sinking—all is lost!

A wanderer on life's stormy sea,
My weary bark is tempest driven;
I've sought in vain some port to see,—
In vain to gain some friendly haven.

Then farewell all I fondly love:
The waves of disappointment sever
Those hopes which too falacious prove,
And check their brilliant dreams for ever.