“I see freedom pleasing me most at the moment,” he said. And set himself to sing:
“Of all good gifts is freedom more
To man than other good gifts be,
By it he sets most gracious store.
To roam at will o’er hill and lea
Is truly more to him than gold,
Or silver very freely given.
Methinks the heart grows never old
That ne’er has been in thraldom driven.
Who lives in freedom lives at ease,