A name like thine! Now, past all cloud or spot,
A gem is hers, laid up where change is not.
THE BROKEN CHAIN.
I am free!—I have burst through my galling chain,
The life of young eagles is mine again;
I may cleave with my bark the glad sounding sea,
I may rove where the wind roves—my path is free!
The streams dash in joy down the summer hill,
The birds pierce the depths of the sky at will,
The arrow goes forth with the singing breeze,—