A mansion, where his wife and children may,
In happier days, partake the social cheer;
And unrelenting bigot ne’er essay
To make the free-born spirit quail with fear
At threat of scourge, or banishment or death,
For free belief, the soul’s sustaining breath.
VIII.
Day after day does he his toil renew;
From dawn till dark still doth his axe resound,
And falling cedars still the valley strew,