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There are who climb the mountain's heathery side, Or, in life's vernal strength triumphant, urge The bark's fleet rushing through the crested surge, Or spur the courser's fiery race of pride Over the green savannas, gleaming wide By some vast lake; yet thus, on foaming sea, Or chainless wild, reign far less nobly free, Than thou, in that lone dungeon, glorified By thy brave suffering—Thou from its dark cell Fierce thought and baleful passion didst exclude, Filling the dedicated solitude With God; and where His spirit deigns to dwell, Though the worn frame in fetters withering lie, There—throned in peace divine is liberty!