Page:Poems written during the progress of the abolition question in the United States.djvu/97

 And so, for such a place of rest, Old prisoner, poured thy blood as rain On Concord's field, and Bunker's crest, And Saratoga's plain't Look forth, thou man of many scars, Through thy dim dungeon's iron bars! It must be joy, in sooth, to see Yon Monument upreared to thee— Piled granite and a prison cell— The land repays thy service well!

Go, ring the bells and fire the guns, And fling the starry banner out; Shout 'Freedom!' till your lisping ones Give back their cradle shout: Let boasted eloquence declaim Of honor, liberty, and fame; Still let the poet's strain be heard, With 'glory' for each second word, And every thing with breath agree To praise 'our glorious liberty!'

And when the patriot cannon jars That prison's cold and gloomy wall, And through its grates the stripes and stars Rise on the wind, and fall— Think ye that prisoner's aged ear Rejoices in the general cheer?