The keen and stirring air of liberty.
The struggling giant wakes, and feels he's free;
By Delphi's fountain-cave that ancient choir
Resume their song; the Greek astonish'd hears,
And the old altar of his worship rears.
Sound on, fair sisters! sound your boldest lyres—
Peal your old harmonies as from the spheres.
Unto strange gods too long we've bent the knee,
The trembling mind, too long and patiently."
George Hill.