Expands untrammeled there.
The throes of nations plead that right be tested—
The Present grapple fairly with the Past,
For Liberty’s pure zeal if unmolested,
Will triumph at the last!
Profane not Love in its divine seclusion,
If true, its hope is sure,
Born in weak hearts it is a chance illusion,
That vainly would endure.
For all things destined to survive, engender