Oh! give me liberty! 
For were even paradise my prison, 
Still I should long to leap the crystal walls. 
Dbtden. 
There is a world where souls are free, 
Where tyrants taint not nature’s bliss : 
If death that world’s bright opening be. 
Oh! who would live a slave in -this ? 
Thomas Mooee. 
0 Liberty! the prisoner’s pleasing dream, 
The poet’s muse, his passion and his theme; 
Genius is thine, and thou art Fancy’s nurse ; 
Lost without thee the ennobling powers of verse; 
Heroic song from thy free touch acquires 
Its clearest tone, the rapture it inspires. 
Place me where winter breathes his keenest air. 
And I will sing, if Liberty be there; 
And I wiU sing at Liberty’s dear feet. 
In Afric’s torrid zone, or India’s fiercest heat. 
Wm. Cowpee. 
