"I am free! I have burst through my heavy chain, The life of young eagles is mine again! I may cleave with my bark the glad sounding sea, I may rove where the wind roves—my path is free! . . . . . . . . Free!—thou art bound, till thy race is run, By the might of all on the soul of one! On thy heart, on thy lip, must the fetter be— Dreamer, fond dreamer! oh! who is free?"