Where’er it be, Oh! let it be, my Brother.—
Though “thrice-imprisoned,”[9] thou hast forged us more
Solid weapons for the life-long battle
Than all the Heaven-taught Armorers of yore.
“Thrice-imprisoned,” thou wert e’en as mighty,
In the boundless kingdom of the mind,
As the whirlwind that compels the ocean,
As the thunder that compels the wind.
“Thrice-imprisoned,” thou wert freer truly