The love of Freedom with his mountain gales.
Hark! to those sounds, which now the herds invite,
Slow pacing homeward from the dizzy height;
The shepherd’s evening call—and in each dell
Tinkles the music of the pastoral bell.
His labor done, a frugal meal prepared
By her he loves, recruits his strength impaired;
Breathing a pious prayer he sinks to rest,
And rural visions charm his peaceful breast.
Our second, and last, extract is one the spirit and force of which every devotee of Freedom, every true American heart cannot fail to acknowledge.