La Fayette

As when far off the warbled strains are heard

       &nbspThat soar on Morning's wing the vales among;

       &nbspWithin his cage the imprison'd Matin Bird

Swells the full chorus with a generous song:



He bathes no pinion in the dewy light,

       &nbspNo Father's joy, no Lover's bliss he shares,

       &nbspYet still the rising radiance cheers his sight—

His fellows' Freedom soothes the Captive's cares!



Thou, Fayette! who didst wake with startling voice

       &nbspLife's better Sun from that long wintry night,

       &nbspThus in thy Country's triumphs shalt rejoice

And mock with raptures high the Dungeon's might:



For lo! the Morning struggles into Day,

And Slavery's spectres shriek and vanish from the ray!