ONG slumbered the world in the darkness of error,
And ignorance brooded o’er earth like a pall;
To the sceptre and crown men abased them in terror,
Though galling the bondage, and bitter the thrall;
When a voice, like the earthquake’s, revealed the dishonor—
A flash, like the lightning’s, unsealed every eye,
And o’er hill-top and glen floated liberty’s banner,
While round it men gathered to conquer or die!
’Twas the voice of the Press, on the startled ear breaking,
In giant-born prowess, like Pallas of old;