There have been those that from the deepest caves,
And cells of night, and fastnesses below
The stormy dashing of the ocean waves,
Down, farther down than gold lies hid, have nursed
A quenchless hope, and watch’d their time, and burst
On the bright day, like wakeners from the graves!
I was of such at last!—unchain’d I trode
This green earth, taking back my freedom from my God!
XVII.
That was an hour to send its fadeless trace