An Experiment for a Metre

I heard a voice pealing loud triumph to-day:

The voice of the Triumph, O Freedom, was thine!

Sumptuous Tyranny challeng'd the fray,

'Drunk with Idolatry, drunk with wine.'

Whose could the Triumph be Freedom but thine?



        Stars of the Heaven shine to feed thee;

        Hush'd are the Whirl-blasts and heed thee;—

By her depth, by her height, Nature swears thou art mine!