Samuel Taylor Coleridge — On the Prospect of establishing a Pantisocracy in America

Whilst pale Anxiety, corrosive Care, The tear of Woe, the gloom of sad Despair,        &nbspAnd deepen'd Anguish generous bosoms rend;— Whilst patriot souls their country's fate lament; Whilst mad with rage demoniac, foul intent,        &nbspEmbattled legions Despots vainly send To arrest the immortal mind's expanding ray        &nbspOf everlasting Truth;—I other climes Where dawns, with hope serene, a brighter day        &nbspThan e'er saw Albion in her happiest times, With mental eye exulting now explore,        &nbspAnd soon with kindred minds shall haste to enjoy (Free from the ills which here our peace destroy) Content and Bliss on Transatlantic shore.