There was manhood's brow serenely high, and the fiery heart of youth.
What sought they thus afar? Bright jewels of the mine?
The wealth of seas, the spoils of war?—They sought a faith's pure shrine!
Aye, call it holy ground, the soil where first they trod!
They have left unstained what there they found,—freedom to worship God!
THE PRESENT CRISIS[25]
James Russell Lowell
When a deed is done for freedom, through the broad earth's aching breast
Runs a thrill of joy prophetic, trembling on from East to West;