Oh, For A Forty-parson Power

The Heart Will Break, But Broken Live On.

A Change Came O'er The Spirit Of My Dream.

Poetry Should Only Occupy The Idle.

Eternal Spirit Of The Chainless Mind! Brightest In Dungeons, Liberty! Thou Art, For There Thy Habitation Is The Heart-- The Heart Which Love Of Thee Alone Can Bind; And When Thy Sons To Fetters Are Consign'd-- To Fetters And Damp Vault's Dayless Gloom, Their Country Conquers With Their Martyrdom.

'tis Very Certain The Desire Of Life Prolongs It.