Is not thy Spirit living still in France?
Will it not waken soon in storm and fire?
Will Earthquake not ’mid thrones and cities dance,
And Freedom’s altar be the funeral pyre
Of Tyranny and all his offspring dire?
In England, Germany, Italia, Spain,
And Switzerland thy Spirit doth inspire
The multitude—and though too long, in vain,
They struggle in deep gloom, yet Slavery’s night shall wane!
And shall we sleep while all the earth awakes?