Samuel Taylor Coleridge — 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!