XVI.

And faint not, heart of man! Though years wane slow, There have been those that from the deepest caves, And cells of night, and fastnesses below The stormy dashing of the ocean waves, Down, farther down than gold lies hid, have nursed A quenchless hope, and watch’d their time, and burst On the bright day, like wakeners from the graves! I was of such at last!--unchain’d I trode This green earth, taking back my freedom from my God!