And be a Man, or be no more
A Wretch to wail in Woe!
My Spirit prompts, my Heart desires, 10
My Will consents, my Youth requires
And I will go—
Will go where happy beings dwell,
Unchain’d, unawed, and uncontrolled;
Where no harsh, rigid Minds repell,
With Tempers stern and Bosoms cold,
The Light, the Gay, the Warm, the Bold,