Have forged thy chain; yet, while he deems thee bound,
The links are shivered, and the prison walls
Fall outward; terribly thou springest forth,
As springs the flame above a burning pile,
And shoutest to the nations, who return
Thy shoutings, while the pale oppressor flies.
By Lord Byron
(English poet of liberty, 1788-1824; died while taking part in the war for the liberation of Greece)
Hereditary bondsmen! know ye not