We must be free or die, who speak the tongue
That Shakespeare spake; the faith and morals hold
Which Milton held.
WORDSWORTH: _Sonnet. It is not to be thought of, etc._
Oh, FREEDOM! thou art not, as poets dream,
A fair young girl, with light and delicate limbs,
And wavy tresses gushing from the cap
With which the Roman master crowned his slave
When he took off the gyves. A bearded man,
Armed to the teeth, art thou; one mailed hand
Grasps the broad shield, and one the sword; thy brow,
Glorious in beauty though it be, is scarred
With tokens of old wars.
WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT: _Antiquity of Freedom._
My angel,--his name is Freedom,--
Choose him to be your king;
He shall cut pathways east and west,
And fend you with his wing.
EMERSON: _Boston Hymn._
Then Freedom sternly said: "I shun
No strife nor pang beneath the sun,
When human rights are staked and won."
WHITTIER: _The Watchers._
When Freedom from her mountain-height
Unfurled her standard to the air,
She tore the azure robe of night,
And set the stars of glory there.
JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE: _The American Flag._