O Freedom! thou art not a fair young girl With light and delicate limbs; 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; thy massive limbs FORGIVENESS-(See PARDON.) Are strong with struggling. Power at thee May'st thou unbrace thy corslet, nor lay by True Freedom is where no restraint is known | Thy sword; nor yet, O Freedom! close thy lids That Scripture, justice, and good sense disown; In slumber; for thine enemy never sleeps, BRYANT. Free in his will to choose or to refuse, So from the heights of will Life's parting stream descends, And, as a moment turns its slender rill, From the same cradle's side, From the same mother's knee, Ye who live, HOLMES. Do so each cause refer to heaven above, would There should be joy for virtue, woe for ill. Think not too meanly of thy low estate, We drive the furrow with the share of faith Through the waste fields of life, and our own hands With naught in charge, he could betray no Sow thick the seeds that spring to weeds or trust; And if he fell, would fall because he must; COWPER. flowers; And never strong necessity nor fate And God proclaimed from heaven, and by an To visit earth, one shrine the goddess finds, oath Confirmed, that each should answer for himself. POLLOK. And one alone to make her sweet amends |